#arabxlle-whitman

[megaragalanis]

✧

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you.✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal.✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. (in a situation of life and death)✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[ellabellamy-blog]

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…” / “I could kiss you right now!”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“Good thing I came prepared, then,” Ella’s grin was wide as she took off her backpack and reached into it. Re-emerging with a bottle of wine in her right hand and a bottle opener in the other, she winked at Arabelle. “Now, let’s drink, cuddle, and complain about your horrible day. Unless you’d rather not talk about it, which I could also understand. Either way, I’m here for you.”

Walking over to the cupboards, the blonde looked around for a bit before calling out to Arabelle: “I can’t find the wine glasses, but how do you feel about wine in a mug? Sounds kind of like the opposite of fancy, which I feel fits well with who I am as a person.”

“I could kiss you right now!”

“I cleaned your place, Arabelle; it’s not like I gave you a million dollars,” Ella states, though there’s a smile present on her face, and her eye-roll is nothing but friendly. Thing is, the blonde’s never been good with thanks. She does what she thinks is right, what she thinks others need, and she never expects anything in return. Not that she doesn’t appreciate others appreciating the hard work she puts into everything; in fact, she can’t help but feel happier when they notice it. Still, she’s never learned how to react when she’s thanked for something. She simply changes the subject, or tries to diminish what she’s done, just like she’s doing with Arabelle now.

[beavforts]

"Huh wonder how that got there, but they’re right I should’ve been the headliner.”

𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 staff “appreciation” (1/?)

@cessairhuxley @ferrousfae @arabxlle-whitman @rvsethorned

[destrvctions]

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ: @arabxlle-whitman​ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ﹠ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ: 11:16pm in december  ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: lottie’s penthouse

“Oh sweet heavens!” Lottie exclaims as she grabs a nearby magazine to fan the smoke that greets her when she steps into the kitchen. “Macaroni shouldn’t smell like this!” After feeling like she’s been blinded, the blonde turns off the stove and frowns at the pot. “Guess we’ll just have to get a new one,” she shrugs at the mental note to herself. 

Determined to not come back out empty handed, she scours for anything in the kitchen she can offer her friend. “This will have to do.” Carefully she takes out some extra cookie dough she saved from Tia and a bottle of wine before returning to the living room. 

She sets the dough, spoons, and wine bottle on the coffee table in front of them. Lottie barely gets settled before she resumes speaking 100 words per minute. “I know I promised comfort food, but I swear wine makes everything better. Oh! We could make margaritas or those colorful.... Whatd’ya call ‘em?” She spins one of her rings as if she’s literally spinning gears. “Tequila sunrises! There’s so pretty Arie! We can make them if you want! Is it?” 

[princexeric]

TIMESTAMP: Early December

LOCATION: Fabletown Community College

STATUS: closed // @arabxlle-whitman

TEACHING WAS A great distraction for Eric Frederiksen. Lecturing on marine biology combined both what he was passionate about, the water, and what he was accustomed to back in the Homeland, which was being the center of attention for a large crowd of people. Often, he easily lost himself in the subject, coming back to reality only when a student asked for him to slow down or Roger or Milo interrupted his class. Most of his students were taking the class only to fulfill a required credit, which Eric didn’t mind, though consequently, it wasn’t often that anyone stayed behind after class for questions or discussions. When all had filed out of the classroom except one, he looked up from the desktop to ask if there was something he could help them with.

“Arabelle,” he greeted, surprised. “I didn’t even see you come in.” He shut down the computer and sloppily gathered the papers on his desk, which soon ended on the ground after a failed attempt to quickly transfer them to his brief case. Glancing towards her, he played it off with a chuckle, and bent down to collect the essays. “It’s going to be a long night grading these...” he mumbled. Then, to Arabelle, asked, “What did you think of the lecture today? There isn’t much left to teach in this course. The semester’s almost over. I hope you still found something interesting, though.” 

[goldxlocked]

STATUS: closed for @arabxlle-whitman

TEXT MEME: ‘ i honestly look so good lounging in an oversized t-shirt and no pants. when will someone experience the blessing of domestic living w/ me? ’

RECEIVED ( text: tink → me )  

i honestly look so good lounging in an oversized t-shirt and no pants. when will someone experience the blessing of domestic living w/ me? 

SENT ( text: me → tink )

i would if you asked, damn

SENT ( text: me → tink )

have you tried tinder?

[ambiguousinnocence]

all the texts

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse. 

[ txt  →  tink ] : lstn jsut quit ur job n coms get dnrkn w me insread[ txt  →  tink ] : WEJ COULD LVIE IN THEWOODS LIEK OLD TIEMS !!

Send ‘sad’ to receive a sad/down text from my muse. 

[ txt  →  tink ] : do you think neverland is really gone?[ txt  →  tink ] : i don’t know i guess, if it was, i feel like a part of me would be gone too, you know?

Send ‘mad’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse. 

[ txt  →  tink ] : sometimes you can be so fucking intolerable[ txt  →  tink ] : you’re not three inches tall anymore so stop being so damn irrational.

Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse. 

[ txt  →  tink ] : i just bought your christmas present !!![ txt  →  tink ] : im not gonna tell you what it is but just wanted to let you know !

Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. 

[ txt  →  tink ] : my favorite thing about this place? beds.

Send ‘busy’ to receive slow texts from my muse. 

[ txt  →  tink ] : i’m sorry bells!! you know i want to see you i just have to deal with something first.

Send ‘bored’ to receive a disinterested text from my muse.

[ txt  →  tink ] : why do you do this[ txt  →  tink ] : you know i’m the worst person to ask for stupid fashion advice[ txt  →  tink ] : both because i don’t care and because i wore leaves like my entire life

Send ‘reveal’ for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours.

[ txt  →  tink ] : why do you get like this?[ txt  →  tink ] : like really, after everything how could you possibly doubt you’re the most important person in the world to me?[ txt  →  tink ] : there aren’t a lot of people i care about and i get that i’m not good at it but seriously? you have to know how much you mean to me by now.

[milo-james-thatch-blog1]

drunk / sad / mad / happy / reveal

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse.

[text to Arabelle]: have i ev er told you how contagious you are??? like in the goo d wya. like your happienss and smile and personality are all so contagious. how can i be contagious like you? i feel like i’m only conatgious in the bad way lol

Send ‘sad’ to receive a sad text from my muse.

[text to Arabelle]: Before I say anything, let me preface this by stating that I am so grateful that you come to me for questions. It’s nothing out of my day to take the time to help you if you ever need it.

[text to Arabelle]: But…sometimes I think about if this is all I’m good for. So what if I’m known around town to be intelligent? Does that even matter? Yes, I love knowledge. Yes, I love teaching. But I’m more than that.

[text to Arabelle]: …right?

Send ‘mad’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse.

[text to Arabelle]: Not even lying when I say sometimes I just want to KILL my students. Just do your damn work and stop cheating!! Or at the VERY least if you’re going to cheat, do it so I won’t walk down the aisles and watch you cheating with my own eyes!

Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy text from my muse.

[text to Arabelle]: !!! They brought Friends back on Netflix!! I’ll be the first to admit that it’s not the greatest show out there, but it’s such a must-watch-once that I’m glad they’re bringing it back :D

Send ‘reveal’ for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours.

[text to Arabelle]: It’s such a joy to see you around when I do. I don’t get a lot of chances to talk to you, but when I do, you never fail to bring a smile to my face. Not to mention, it makes me happy that you come to me for questions. I think that a lot of adults lose their genuine curiosity for the world, and that fact makes me sad. You, however, bring me hope that all is not lost, and that there exists people who are interested in the world around them enough to go out and explore it, ask questions, and get some answers! 

[text to Arabelle]: I think…to some extent, you are so much more optimistic and imaginative than me. It’s wonderful to observe. And though I act as a teacher to you in some ways, I have much to learn from you as well.

[ellabellamy-blog]

🌙

You can find it right here! 

[ferrousfaearchive]

WHEN: October 12, 9:42 am WHERE: Morrigan’s aparment WHO: closed to @arabxlle-whitman 

“Alright, so--” 

The contents of Morrigan’s closet are thrown every which way, glittering trails of satin and silk on every available surface. Even now, Morrigan is elbow-deep in a pile of shoes, still talking as she rummages. “I’ve pretty much ruled out the DeVils. Sorry, brand loyalty, I know, but they’re only good for partying with the rabble. Everyone worth knowing in Fabletown has a DeVil, and I don’t want to be caught dead in a dress Regina wore last season.” 

She stands and grabs a flimsy silver and black thing, and short shine of sequins, and holds it out in front of her. It’s a mod art sort of look, off the shoulder, red lightning straight down her front. “What do you think, Babybell?” Morrigan smooths the dress down and glances sideways at the mirror. “It’s Balmain. Kinda a David Bowie thing, I think.” 

[milo-james-thatch-blog1]

✧

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[ambiguousinnocence]

✧

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[beavforts]

𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓: The night of October 12th 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: Arabelle’s apartment 𝖜𝖍𝖔: @arabxlle-whitman

All it takes is a quick glance in the mirror for the nostalgia to sink in. Suddenly memories from his past life hit him like waves crashing against the shore, coming back to him before it leaves. It continues on like this for a while until it settles on one. The night he first danced with Belle, he remembers his staff dressing him and more specifically curling his fur. Truthfully he’s still not fully convinced that they weren’t just seizing an opportunity to take advantage of him in a time of need. Which is a similar feeling to present day when Cain squints at his reflection as if Arabelle’s thought process will make itself clear in the mirror. 

He shakes his head at what must have been the fifth outfit suggestion of hers. “I look ridiculous and I know it’s not because of my jawline. Did you pull random items from a dark room? You couldn’t pay me enough to go out in this. You need to do better,” he instructs the blonde. “And while you’re on that you might want to remind me why I agreed to let you dress me after seeing your more recent choices.”