decorative trim

My Little Pony Cake

Yields one 10-inch round and one 6-inch round cake

The things you’ll need

  • 1 cup + 2 tablespoons milk
  • 2 ¼ cups sugar
  • 7 egg whites
  • 3 cups all purpose flour
  • ¼ teaspoon + 1/8 teaspoon almond extract
  • 3 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1/8 teaspoon + a pinch of salt
  • 3 teaspoons baking powder
  • 6 tablespoons shortening
  • ¾ cup salted butter
  • Red, white, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and pink fondant
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Electric mixer
  • Rubber spatula
  • Offset spatula
  • 10-inch round cake pan, lined and sprayed
  • 6-inch round cake pan, lined and sprayed
  • 10-inch round cake board
  • 6-inch round cake board
  • Small fondant roller
  • Large fondant roller
  • Fondant tools
  • White buttercream frosting in a decorating bag

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt until well combined.
  3. Cream together butter, sugar, and shortening until light and fluffy.
  4. Add egg whites one at a time, mixing well between each addition.
  5. Add the vanilla and almond extracts and mix well.
  6. On low speed, alternate adding the flour mimxture and the milk to the butter mixture, beginning and ending with the flour mixture.
  7. Pour the batter into the prepared pans and bake the 6-inch cake for 45 minutes, and the 10-inch cake for 1 hour.

Time to decorate!

  1. Trim the tops of the cakes using a cake leveler and then cut each cake horizontally into 2 layers. Assemble on a cake board, spreading frosting between each layer.
  2. Cover the cakes with a crumb coat layer of frosting and then refrigerate for 30 minutes.
  3. Roll our light blue fondant about ¼ inch thick and then cover the 6-inch cake. Use a knife to remove any excess.
  4. Roll out green fondant to ¼ inch thick and then cover the 10-inch cake. Cover a 10-inch cake board in green fondant.
  5. Place the 10-inch cake on the cake board. Use large straws as support to stack the 6-inch cake on top of the 10-inch cake.
  6. Use colored fondant to create a rainbow, trees, bushes, apples, clouds, and cutie marks.
  7. Place fondant pieces and pony figurines on the cake to create a scene.
  8. TaDa! Friendship is magic, and so is this My Little Pony Cake!
Queen of the Water (11)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: A normal girl gets thrown into the Royal world. Royal AU

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: swearing, protective!bucky, FLUFF, cliffhanger 


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Originally posted by in-perfectenschlag

Her heart pounds against her chest as the car inches closer towards dangerous territory. Bucky had left the house two days ago to return the car he stole from her father and send her a plane for her to take to Romania. Her new life is nearly ten miles away. She swallows hard and rubs her hands against her floral skirt. She tugs on her cardigan and puffs a strand of hair out of her face. The car stops a few minutes later and she glances out the window. The first thing she notes is that the gate is too intimidating to climb over. It’s dangerously sharp at the ends and pokes at anyone who dares to attempt to enter the castle grounds. The seconds thing she notes is that the area surrounding the Palace is ginormous. There’s acres and acres of land and it’s beautiful against the orange sun setting in the horizon. The sky is painted with a beautiful sea of lavender, indigo, and fuchsia. She makes a mental note for Bucky to take her on top of the largest hill in the grounds and have an uninterrupted date.

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Yes, the bottoms should get some attention too!
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Dianakko~ Sick Of Losing Soulmates

Part 11/???

Story so far: (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(5.5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)(11)

Summary: In a world where you can find out who your soul mate is with their final breath, it is reasonable why Diana grew up to be who she is now. (Soulmate Au- where they are words of soulmate’s is on your skin of when you first meet them or your last)

A/N Thanks for waiting and if I don’t have people screaming at me I will considered my job as an angst writer a failure, that being said… Enjoy~

Chapter 11~Friday part 2

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2-piece orchid satin brocaded with large-scale floral stems in white, back-lacing boned bodice having blue satin and lace cap sleeve and neckline trim, decorated with a pattern of metallic cord bows having prong-set pastes, tiny sequins and clear beads, blue satin bows at shoulder, trained skirt having large pleats, the front appliqued with three diamante bow forms to either side of divided center.

Happy Birthday, piccalily0510!

May 10 - Crack-y and/or smutty TaserTricks fic based off the song “Be My Escape” by Relient K, for @piccalily0510

Written by @amusewithaview

Darcy had never really been one for visual metaphors.  Her dreams were pretty straightforward: a cigar was always an actual cigar, and a penis was a penis (sadly, and strangely, her dreams generally featured more cigars than penises).  In hindsight, she really should have known that something was up when she started dreaming of airy halls and golden-gilt walls.  At first, she thought that she was just reliving her prom.  After all, prom had been held at the nicest hotel in the local area - the golden glow and molded trim decorating literally everything was a bit fancier than she remembered, but not totally out of place.

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Woman’s Bonnet, 1875-1900

Plaited straw, velvet ribbon, twisted paper and wire flowers, and silk lining

“This elegant bonnet is known in French as a capote “toute en fleurs” or “all in bloom.” The bonnet reflects a common style from the late 1800s in Paris, and could be seen throughout the most popular fashion journals. Bonnets typically featured a wide array of artificial flowers as decorations. This example is trimmed with small, cream-colored blossoms that seem to bloom from the straw crown. Pale-blue velvet ribbons complete the effect.”

Degas, Impressionism, and the Paris Millinery Trade

St. Louis Art Museum

Masquerade (Sansxreader)


This ‘Monster-Ball’ wasn’t what you had expected, you were starting to have a bad time. But at least someone else was, too.


A masquerade that turned into mostly just a simple Halloween costume party where humans– who were either gracious and accepting of the monsters resurfacing, or distrusting and disgusted by them– and monsters dressed up in whatever costumes they could find. You’re pretty sure you recalled it being titled ‘MASQUERADE’, at least a few other humans and monsters got the memo and actually dressed up like they arrived at a ball.

You thought it was a good idea at first, even if the dress code implied for everyone to hide their faces, perhaps everyone would feel more comfortable not having to take note as to who was a monster and who was human. After all, the monsters arriving from underground was still a fairly new event, there were mixed feelings all around, even if you were rather excited and curious about their arrival… there were bound to be jerks out there who hoped for them to go back.

With a mask came no judgement, however for you… you felt rather overdressed.

The great ballroom was painted in an aura of gold, everything seemed to shimmer and sparkle as if it were all just a magical illusion. Whatever wasn’t gold was made of crystal or very expensive red velvet, you took mental notes of your surroundings in case you needed a good break and a swift exit. You were standing behind a few others, in fanciful masquerade fashion you were waiting for your introduction by the caller before you descended the red carpeted staircase to join the rest of the party. As you stood in the line, moving almost one inch every five minutes, that was where you found yourself feeling overly dressed and the idea of everyone having to hide who they truly are to be somewhat discouraging. Sure, you would probably be more nervous with your face being out in the open, but the least the humans could do is welcome the monsters with open arms and a regular party instead of a huge grand ‘cover your face’ throw down.

You were standing in line between a ninja-costumed figure before you and a country-western masked burglar behind you. While you yourself wore a rather large, yellow and white decorated dress. You were the shape of a bell and in good Victorian fashion, even squeezed yourself into a corset and curled your hair for the sake of looking the part. Only to find out that most to everyone was thinking Halloween was tonight(when it wasn’t until probably a few more months).

Before you realized it, your name had been called, and you hurried yourself in your heels to the start of the staircase. As you were introduced you skimmed the crowds of people already on the dance floor, either talking and dancing with one another or at the sidelines watching all the people step down. Of course there were a few bodyguards leaning coolly along the walls as well, as if it were obvious there would be a clash of races(hopefully not on their watch, if they could help it.) And while there was a mixture of people in the masks of devils, witches and evil gremlins, there were a few patrons kind enough to follow the code of dressing up for an actual masquerade. You carefully descended the staircase with a small smile, making sure your mask was secure before grasping your dress in hopes of not tripping on it.

Though in the end you stumbled at the bottom stair, bumping right into a tall fellows back.

“I’m sorry!” You apologized rather quickly, and when the figure turned around you easily recognized him, however you did your best not to say his name and to play the part. His battle body had at least been cleaned up, and he wore his own scarf as a mask around his eyes.

“Nice outfit~ how are you this evening, sir?” You complimented Papyrus before you bowed gracefully with a smirk on your glossed lips, and the lanky skeleton did the same before excitedly muttering “Do you not recognize me? IT IS I! THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” He was practically applauding himself as he gave a rather quick and heroic pose, flexing the muscles his skeleton arms lacked “All I really did was fix my scarf to be a mask. I have never been to a masquerade! This is so exciting!”

“Do you recognize me?” You tried, playfully nudging him, who in turn gave a playful nudge back and quickly commented as honest as he always had been “Not at all! But you are very beautiful!”

You covered your mouth to hide your smile “Thank you.”

“And everyone will soon enough know who I am by the end of the evening when I show off my moves!” Papyrus of course returned to himself as he gave a bright smile, his signature laugh following and he looked away from you to glance around the room. That was when you realized you didn’t see a shorter skeleton anywhere around, and if Papyrus who wasn’t the lazy brother of the duo came with his normal outfit you were truly excited to see what he would come up with, and you dared to ask “Is your brother here?”

“Sans?” Papyrus looked back to you and questioned your question, as if he had any other brother you could have been talking about “He’s such a lazy bones he wasn’t even getting ready when I was! He said he would arrive later tonight but even as I left to make it here on time he was still lying on the couch like the oaf he is!” The more Papyrus talked about him the more he seemed to get irritated. How humerous.

“But I’m sure he’ll arrive sooner or later,” The taller fellow added with a firm nod as he folded his arms across his broad chest plate “if I see him would you like me to tell him a princess has been waiting?”

“Uh–” That flustered you rather quickly, covering your mouth once more to hide your bashful smile from the compliment, even though it failed to hide your entire reddening face “N-No that’s alright! I was just wondering if he would be here or not. I’ll just bump into him if later if I can.”

Papyrus only grinned at this, his innocent face failing to make note of your embarrassment “Very well then! I shall take it to the dance floor with my sweet moves that I have now learned from human television!”

As he turned on the heels of his boots and strutted his way to the center of the floor, you maneuvered around a few crowds of people, making sure not to bump into anyone else as you went to the tables of arranged snacks and beverages. The music choice was pretty nice, classical piano was played for most of the evening other than when the professional pianist took a break and the DJ (who, though he wore a mask, it was apparent they were a ghost) started to mix up some tunes that ranged from actual Halloween sounding music to songs you could recognize from the radio.

As the evening progressed, you didn’t exactly find yourself in a mood to dance.

As opinionated and thoughtful, respectful as you were, you were rather shy when it came to people asking to dance. You got many requests, however you found yourself declining them all and feeling a bit embarrassed from the attention you were receiving. Even if it was good attention, any at all sometimes made you feel overwhelmed. There were rather rude remarks of ‘tch, of course you wouldn’t. let me guess you’re a monster, right?’ and sidekick remarks claiming ‘i forgot not all humans like monsters’ as if your declines were due to who they were, even though most of the people at the party had disguised themselves fairly well to the point where almost 80% of the party goers could have been human OR monster and you couldn’t tell. But 100% of the reason for declining anyone was not due to who they were on the outside, it was just because you simply didn’t want to.

And the more people that came to the party, the more crowded it got, and it was becoming uncomfortable.

Apparently as the night moved forward, the remainder of the persons who came wearing masquerade outfits had vanished, and they were replaced with yet more Halloween costumed folk. And now, you stood out like a sore thumb.

After declining one more person who, thankfully, was polite and bowed before leaving you alone, you decided you needed some fresh air.

Reminding yourself of the exits, you hurried over to the doors and made your way to the balcony. Having to carry your large bell skirt, when you leaned against the balconies railing it almost lifted too far for comfort behind you, so you forced yourself not to lean forward too much as you took a few deep breaths. On the balcony you found yourself alone, but it was rather soothing compared to so many people.

It was more fun watching everyone else dance than you joining in. You definitely enjoyed Papyrus attempting to break dance while Mettaton(it was obviously Mettaton, in a bright pink and flamboyant outfit who had even ordered spotlights to shine down on him whenever he took center stage)strutted his stuff all around and worked the floor. You had to admit that the later it got the more relaxed people became, except for you. You felt different.

“Why am I like this…” You decided to ask the moon. It was full and bright in the sky, shining down on you like your own spotlight presenting the balcony as a stage. The glittering stars like crowds of people waiting to watch… But even then you didn’t feel like dancing. You took a few deep breaths as the cool air of the night surrounded you.

“heya, you needed a break too, right?”

You quickly turned your head, fixing your mask to make sure it was on well enough as you spotted a figure approach from the shade of the balcony. Stepping into the moonlight, they adjusted the collar of their white shirt with a black gloved finger. They wore a rather nice looking black suit with shoes to match, though their voice was muffled due to the mask not just covering around their eyes, but their entire face as well. It was a black mask decorated with white trim, sequins and probably fake jewels. While it could have been bought at any store, it looked almost custom made.

“I’m um… not really in the mood for a dance right now.” You gave a tiny shrug of your shoulders and smiled towards the other, as they still made their way closer. Their hands slowly tucked into the pockets of their jacket, and they averted their gaze to the sky “s’alright. it was getting kinda stuffy in there, huh?”

“Very.” You agreed with a small laugh. You felt nervous, but then again you realized they were also wearing masquerade clothes. Both your masks matched your outfits, yours yellow and white trimmed and his black and white, and you had to admit you two looked better than everyone else who assumed it was just an ordinary get together.

“i showed up late, and by the time i got here, no one was in this getup anymore.” They laughed in return, loosening their tie once they reached the balcony and leaned against it. You decided to keep your gaze on the sky as well, but you weren’t sure how to comment. Your face heated up a bit, but soon enough the figure spoke up again. “some monster ball this turned out to be.”

You looked back to them with a chuckle “I thought the same when I first got here. It went from me and a few others dressing up to… well… it just being me. I felt everyone was staring at me.”

“after sometime i’m sure people’ll get used to everyone just doing their own thing.” They shrugged and nodded, returning the gaze. You could barely make out their eyes through their mask, but you felt they were glowing. “i bet nobody could think of an outfit that came with a mask so they had to resort to Halloween costumes. its really no big deal to me, i was mostly trying to impress my bro.”

You blinked “Your brother’s here?”

“yeah, he even said that someone was actually expecting me. a princess, infact.”

Oh geeze. You looked away as fast as you could.

You didn’t know the skeleton brothers for long, but for some reason the moment you saw Papyrus’ brother, you felt your heart race and your stomach fill with too many butterflies to count. This moment was no exception, the moment you realized you were talking with Sans now. The two of you were the only party goers who dressed up in masquerade ball outfits, and to you you felt the both of you resembled a rather attractive couple.

“and by the looks of it…” He finally finished, slowly lifting his gloved hand to remove his black and white mask. He revealed his smiling face, his eyes flickered almost like candles “you’re the princess he’s been talking about.”

You didn’t know if you wanted to show your face, but you were grateful he didn’t step any closer or you were certain you were ready to jump off the balcony. He gave a light chuckle “no need to be tense around me, i promise i don’t bite, too much work.” He tucked his mask away as he looked out over the balcony edge “but uh… hey. i won’t force ya to dance with me, i respect you not being in the mood to. infact , i’m not much in the mood myself considering i dont really know how to dance or got the energy for it…”

There was a mixture of relief as well as disappointment expressed on your features, however he carried on, his voice quite gentle yet deep “if ya don’t mind, i think it’d be nice if the two of us force ourselves to at least dance once together. i worked my ass off to make myself look good just for paps to not even show in a suit. i’d say we are perfect competition for the power couple. i’ve looked all over in there for you, for at least someone that looked like the princess paps described and… you’re definitely it. and… i’d like to make you my exception if i can be yours.”

Slowly, he lifted his gloved hand out his pocket, the mask slowly returning to his face, before he gently slid his arm behind his back and used his other hand to present itself to you. Palm up, asking for your own hand to be placed into his as he stood as straight as any gentleman in such a situation would. Your heart was racing, and he let out a cool breath, as cool as the air surrounding you two in the late night sky “will ya dance with me, princess?”

Maybe that’s why you felt nervous, you wanted to find someone who could understand you, someone who was similar to you in interests, in attitude, someone like Sans who even though wasn’t a great dancer, and even though wasn’t in the mood to dance…had searched all evening(or at least when he had arrived) to find you and to give you all he could muster.

“we’re not like any of them.” He added, his hand still out and waiting for you to take his invitation “but who says we gotta be.”

Your smile couldn’t have been any brighter as you gently took a hold of his gloved hand, and he delicately lifted it to place a kiss on your knuckles. All it resulted him doing is letting his mask bonk lightly on your hand, but the gesture was too sweet to not enjoy and appreciate. “and you look beautiful, princess. took me awhile to chase ya down but i’m glad i did.”

As he started to guide you back inside, almost as if expected the crowds began to part way, your hold tightened into his as Sans gave you a reassuring squeeze.

“Well… welcome to the surface, prince…” You managed with a blush, and almost as soon as you two reached the center of the floor, the piano started to play and he quickly managed to wrap an arm around your waist and dip you low. The hold was so close and intimate, your chests pressed together, and his suddenly blue eyes stared deep into your own.

“thanks, i think i’ll enjoy my stay.”


dressing a galaxyPadme Amidala dressing gown

Padmé’s casual dressing gown features vintage embroidered trim, decorative sequins, and handcrafted beaded tassels. Underneath the robe is an underdress of white satin with an empire waist and a purple lace overlay. Rouleaux ribbon belts the underdress and in the center of the ribbon hangs an amethyst stone drop. The headdress is pewter while the matching hair bands feature Celtic knots.

A China Rose: Chapter 13

Originally posted by reenacortez

Summary: Y/N was once an employee at Prince Adam’s castle along with being his childhood friend but she doesn’t remember. Caught up in the curse, she ends up in Villeneuve where she stands out. But circumstances arrive and she somehow returns to the place she once called home, and a beast she once thought a friend.
A multi-chapter fanfiction. MASTERLIST

Author’s Note: Here it is guys. So much fluff it is almost unreal. I love this chapter so much and this wee I didn’t have to re-write it all. Hallelujah! As usual Requests, Questions and Tags are OPEN! Hope you all enjoy! :)

Chapter 13: A Bridge and a Book
You spent the next week in the library. The week was spent with the Beast perched on one of the sofas near the fire. You insisted that he rest as much as possible so you made sure you kept an eye on him at all times. You refused to let him faint again, you told him that you didn’t want to have to carry him up all those stairs again but in reality it was the fact that you didn’t want to see his body crumpled on the floor once more. Seeing him on the floor, not moving after finally seeing him smile was one of the scariest things you’d seen in a while. It terrified you that one moment he was fine and the next he looked dead. No sir, you refused to let yourself or the staff go through that fear again. He seemed content whilst in the library. He always smiled when he entered the room (much like you) and for someone who was well aware of the wondrous room, you were constantly surprised by the fact that he always looked like he was seeing the room for the first time. Once you had placed him down on the sofa, and you went off to find some new books, you’d glance at him between the bookshelves. He was always smiling and his gaze scoured the books and desks that were near him. You could tell that behind his smile there was a hint of sadness. His striking blue eyes always stood out from his dark fur, and they told you all of his emotions (as normally he kept a stony façade). You brought him a book to read on the third day. An adventure novel as that was what he kept on insisting was the best kind of book. He seemed flattered by your gesture and he gave you a warm smile in return. However, it quickly faded into a look of confusion, with burrowed brows.
“What made you pick this book?” He asked. You simply shrugged in response.
“I don’t know.” You admitted. “I’ve never read it, I just recalled that you said you enjoyed novels which didn’t involve any heartache or pining. That normally means that a person likes adventure novels.” He was touched that you cared that much about him to give him a book from now your collection. He was even more so when he realised that you remembered what he said to you about books. He didn’t think you cared. Just as you were about to open up your book to commence your own mini adventure, he spoke up.
“If you haven’t read it,” he began, “then why don’t you… We… Um…” He trailed off at the end, scared to suggest what he desperately wanted. You looked up from your book eyebrows raised.
“Do what?” You questioned. The Beast scratched his head sheepishly, his non-visible cheeks reddening.
“We could read it together.” He offered, in barely more than a whisper. You were initially shocked by his proposal. After the shock wore off, you stood and walked briskly over to him, brushing your hair behind your ears as a way to distract yourself from the fact that you may or may not have been turning bright red. You sat down gently next to him and he opened the book to the first page, his large paws practically swallowing it all. Unsure of how to proceed you looked up at him.
“Would you like me to read?” You questioned, “Or do you want to? Or you know we could swap?” You rambled on before he let out a small chuckle.
“I’d prefer it if you read.” He said, stopping himself from adding on that it was the fact that he liked your voice. “We can swap later.”
You nodded. You began to read the book and slowly lost yourself in the story, creating voices for characters and changing your tone and speed based on what was occurring on the page. You didn’t realise that you’d finished the book without the Beast even speaking. He spent the entire time watching you, internally laughing whenever you did a strange voice or got so invested that you lost where you were on the page. You truly hadn’t changed much in the nine years you’d been gone. You were still perfect, to him at least. He was still staring at you even once you’d finished the book and he only looked away when he heard you slam the book shut.
“I liked that.” You said offhandedly, “especially those pirates.” He only nodded in agreement as he didn’t recall a single thing from the book. You both sat in comfortable silence for a while before he abruptly stood up. You flinched at his sudden movement, concerned for his well-being, despite the fact that you knew that he had pretty much fully healed from all his injuries. You looked up at him, hugging the book close to your chest. You noticed that his tail was brushing the floor, and he was rubbing the back of his head nervously. You raised your eyebrows at him, inviting him to ask what he clearly wanted to ask you.
“I was wondering…” He began before taking a large breath and coughing slightly as a way of calming himself. “I was hoping that you’d join me for dinner tonight in the dining hall?” He rushed out quickly before looking away bashfully. You let out a slight laugh, as this was the same thing he asked you a whole month ago. It had been a whole month since that argument. It felt like merely a day. You were about to let out another giggle but you glanced up into the Beast’s eyes to see them swirling with hurt and rejection. You immediately stopped yourself, not wanting to hurt the Beast.
“Sorry for laughing,” You spluttered out, “it’s just last time you asked me this, we weren’t on speaking terms.” He simply nodded his head and began to walk away, slumped over dejected. You stand up quickly and sprint over to him. He stopped abruptly and turned to face you. “I’d love to.” You told him and you received one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen. “I guess I’ll see you then at six?” He nodded and gave a small bow before walking out of the room. You stood by the fire, alone once again.
As soon as you realised what that meant as dinner was merely an hour away, you rushed to your room but not before grabbing a book from your reading pile. You were surprised to see the Madame awake for once. She looked at you questioningly as you burst through the doors.
“My dear, whatever is the matter?” She exclaimed.
“I…l…” You stammered before stomping your foot down on the floor trying to regain control of your vocal chords. It took mere moments before you composed yourself again. “I am to dine with the…” You paused. You didn’t want to call him ‘Master’ like the servants but now it only just occurred to you that you had only ever mentioned him by using pronouns. You didn’t even know his name and now you were to dine with him. What on earth were you thinking? “Beast” was what you finally settled on but you felt immensely guilty as you knew/hoped that deep down he wasn’t one at all. You weren’t left with much time to ponder the conundrum you found yourself in as before you knew it Madame had drawn you into a tight hug.
“Oh this is wonderful news!” She exclaimed giving a happy clap of her drawers. “I must prepare you a dress!” She began pulling out fabric from her drawers but before she could deal them over you, you took a step back. She stopped mid stroke to look at you quizzically.
“Madame,” you began, images of the first ‘dress’ she made you flashing in your mind. “Nothing too extravagant, please.” She seemed forlorn.
“But you are a princess! I must give you something worthy of one!” She argued but you held up your china hand.
“I’m no princess.” You told her, “I’m simply a girl with a china hand who is in desperate need of help after being invited to dinner.” The Madame nodded slowly, seemingly taking in your words.
“Okay. I shall give you clothes like your own only prettier!”
“Thank you.” You told her, smiling.
“But…” She began and your smile immediately dropped. “Only skirts to meals, no pants!” She exclaimed and you let out a chuckle. You did a deep curtesy holding your brown pants as if they were a skirt.
“Of course Madame, you are the expert.” You said. With that, Garderobe pulled you towards her as she began working on your new dress.
You sat down at the table apprehensively. You didn’t dare look up from your book as it was the only thing stopping you from bolting from the room. You knew it was wrong to read at the table (your father always told you so) but you were invested in both the story and the escape the book gave you. You fondled with your new skirt made exquisitely by Garderobe. It was a deep navy with silver details and you wore an ivy green bodice that was decorated with gold leafy trimmings. The sleeves went down to your wrist and were also navy. It looked stunning yet modest and you revelled in the softness of the fabric. A creaking noise was heard from behind you and you stood immediately and turned. The Beast was standing in the doorway in a simple white linen shirt and black trousers. You felt slightly overdressed now considering his attire but you tried to remember the Madame’s advice which was to smile and breathe. You did both and you let out a large amount of air when he returned your smile and sat at the opposite end of the table. You didn’t speak, simply giving each other brief glances before a serving tray came through one on the doors with the food. Chapeau placed the dishes in front of you (a simple soup with bread and cheese on the side) and you inhaled its delicious scent. You told the coatrack to give the chef your compliments. The Beast seemed to gruff at your compliment with approval. You began to dig into you soup before you heard a loud slurp. You looked up from your plate to see the Beast with his head in the bowl. You questioned what on earth he was doing before you realised that he was basically lapping up the soup like a cat or dog. You let a smile creep onto your face before grabbing your book to begin reading, truthfully not wanting to see the Beast eat in such a manner. You and he finished the soup, bread and cheese at the same time and you had to stop a large ‘gwarph’ from escaping your lips when your saw his face. His lower half was red from the soup and he was licking his lips as if he were ashamed (which with those manners it was only right for him to). He stood before you did. He bowed once he reached your chair. “Forgive me but I must retire.”
'And clean up’ was added on as an afterthought by you. You nodded as he turned before letting out,
“Wait!” You almost shouted. “Can we dine tomorrow as well?” He nodded at you.
“I’d be delighted and honoured if you’d join me for all my meals. Your books are welcome too.” He gestured at the open book at your side.
“Thank you,” you told him. With that he left the room. Mrs Potts and Plumette were on bandage duty as they were removing them once and for all on that day. You smiled to yourself glad that the meal went okay. You stood quickly and headed towards the kitchen so that you might talk with the staff, something you felt like you hadn’t done in a while before you arrived at your bed.
With the Beast fully healed, he could now venture outside. However, he insisted that you and he read together each day. It was mainly just you reading and him listening but in all honesty you weren’t complaining. You were glad to have someone who finally understood your love of books and the fact that you could discuss them with him. Although your discussions usually turned into arguments over whose book or theory was better. Eventually, despite the joy of reading to him, you told him that you had to go outside to get some fresh air. He resisted but eventually you came to a compromise. He would go outside only if you’d read to him still. You had agreed to his condition, so whenever you went outside you took a small book of poetry with you, so that you weren’t weighed down by a larger, heavier book.
When you walked with him, you found it hard to focus on the words on the page as you kept getting distracted by the beauty of the grounds. The rose garden that started all of this ordeal was even more beautiful during daylight, whilst the sun glimmered on the frost formed on them. The most breath-taking sight was the view from the bridge over the lake. The lake shimmered like glass and the snow covered trees looked so frail and dainty from where you stood. You were reading a poem whilst on the bridge before you heard the beast mumble “Beautiful.”
“It is, isn’t it?” You said referencing the scenery despite the fact that the Beast had only been looking at you for the last hour and nothing else. With your comment, however, he looked away from you; soaking in all the beauty of his grounds.
“Well, yes.” He said breathlessly. “It’s like I’m seeing it for the first time.” You stood side by side admiring the view before he looked at you. “Is there anymore?” He asked whilst gesturing at the small book of poems in your hand. You smiled and once again began reading the poem.
“…for still here I be.” You finished and you stared up at him, smiling. His eyes, his striking blue eyes were alive with an emotion you couldn’t identify. You stared for a long time before you seemed to realise, along with him, that you had been staring at each other for far longer than what was considered normal. You both looked away hastily and once again began to walk through the grounds, you reciting poems with the Beast ignoring everything but you.
From then on, you went outside with the Beast every day. Mostly it was you reading to him but on some occasions you’d simply talk about anything. After each trip you’d both settle by the fire in the library where you’d read to him again, only now, he joined in with voices for certain characters he agreed to be. It was comfortable and you secretly enjoyed the moments alone with him (bar seeing him eat as his lack of manners and bad eating habits were driving you up the wall). You spent your evenings after dinner with the staff in the kitchen where you spent time talking about general things along with indulging them with a bit of dining dancing and for Chip alone, the small rubber ball that you played catch with until he needed to sleep. It was turning out that being in the castle was turning from being one of the worst things to one of the best.
Père Robert was having the worst time of his life. He’d travelled to practically every village and town in the province and he still had not found you. Not a single soul had heard or seen of you and now, he was terrified. Low on supplies, sleep and money, he had begrudgingly started to head back to Villeneuve. He knew that his absence along with yours would be noted especially by Gaston. He sighed and let out a scream of frustration. He was a desperate man now, panic and worry overcoming his senses. Desperate men draw on desperate measures and he was dreading the measures and requests he’d have to do once he got back to the provincial town he called home.

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Australian-made Sports shoes from the 1920s! All from the collection of the Museum of Applied Arts and Sciences

Top: Beach Shoes. Woman’s, orange rubber, [Barnet Glass], Australia, c1920. Pair of womens beach shoes, moulded construction, rounded toe, no heel. Shoes consist of flexible orange rubber bearing a textured wave pattern and moulded in one piece. Decorated with an applied orange and cream flower on the side of the vamp and cream trim around edges. Cream toe cap. Circular void cut out from top of vamp. Unlined. Sole of cream rubber.

Middle: Deck shoes and prize certificates made by Carubo in Australia, c. 1928.
These rubber-soled ‘ Carubo’ brand deck shoes were made by the Melbourne shoe manufacturer Goldings Pty Ltd, and were worn by an Australian woman when she travelled to Europe by ship in 1929. They were worn for playing deck sports.

Bottom: Made in Australia, c.1920, worn in competition in 1923. Pair of womens white tennis shoes with leather soles and applied rubber oversoles and pointed toes, shoes laces and lined with white leather. The vamp and toe is stitched with pierced decorative edge trim.