* mademoiselle !

isabella beaufort. twenty-five. owner of turn the page. "i want adventure in the great w i d e somewhere." penned by jess.

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ofxbeasts‌:

he stared at her, stunned and stuck in place.  her words rang in his ears.  “easy?” he repeated, as if the word was utterly disgusting.  his voice was breathy and weak, he could barely make eye contact with her.  his fists bundled and all he wanted to do was scream that pushing her away was one of the hardest fucking things he’d ever done.  but he didn’t.  he just clenched his jaw and said, “nothing about the past six months have been easy.”

adam didn’t understand why she had come here.  why had she stormed over - to ask him this?  wasn’t she glad that the snarly hairy guy had finally left her alone?  could he have really meant anything to her?  surly no one cared all that much about him.  he’d lasted this long tucked away in the shadows without anyone wondering where he’d been.  and now suddenly this bright beautiful girl comes marching in demanding to know how he could do such a thing - he just didn’t understand it.

“i mean hell i just, i dunno i just-” he lifted his hand up in the air as his worlds trailed off.  he ruffled the back of his long messy hair.  it was terribly unkept.  minnie would be so ashamed. “i just got busy,” he lied.  “it was easier to just…stay around the house.  i don’t know.  what does it even matter anyway?”

   she almost couldn’t help the slight scoff that came out of her. “you pushing me away hasn’t been easy.” she felt selfish for saying that, especially with everything that he’s been through within these past six months. it was understandable why he had practically gone off the grid, but on the same hand, a simple text, letter, anything to say that he was okay but needed time would’ve been more than okay with her and she would’ve understood. 

  her brows furrowed at his words. he’s been busy. busy pushing people who care about him away. she almost hated that she had become this person, normally she wouldn’t chase after someone who no longer showed interest, but with adam it was different. it was something that she didn’t quite understand, what there was about him that made her so intrigued.

   “i mean honestly, what is it? you’ve been busy, you stayed around the house, you don’t know? just be honest with me, you’ve been avoiding me.” she didn’t want him to lie to her, now was not the time to make up some sort of excuse. “because it just does. i’ve been worried about you, i felt like you completely vanished.”

[memes4u]

☆ Headcanon Prompts ☆        Clothing Preferences

👚= Does your muse prefer long sleeved or short sleeved clothing? Why? 

👕 = Does your muse have a colour preference on their clothes? If so, what colour and why? 

👖 = What fabric of clothing does your muse prefer? Silk, cotton, etc. 

👔 = Does your muse always wear their best clothes or do they prefer casual clothes? 

👗 = What kind of dress does your muse prefer? 

👙 = Does your muse prefer a one piece of a two-piece when going to the beach or pool? 

👘 = Does your muse try to keep up with fashion trends, or do they wear whatever they want? 

👠 = Does your muse prefer high heels or no heels at all? 

👒 = Does your muse like to wear hats? If so, what kind? 

👑 = Does your muse always spend a lot of money on their clothes, or do they buy cheap clothes? 

⛑ = Does your muse wear all safety gear in applicable places, or do they not bother? 

🕶 = Does your muse like to show off skin, or hide it? 

🌂 = How many layers of clothes does your muse prefer to wear in colder seasons?

[ofbeautyisms]

gwendybyrd‌:

Wendy had been sitting beneath the oak tree in the park for ages. What the time was, she couldn’t say, but she knew she had sat when the sun was up, and sat still while the sun was going down. Her professors said that when a story came to mind, it was important to write it down before you forgot any details. It seemed though that there were more details than she’d anticipated. Finally lifting her head from her notebook, she noticed a figure standing near and looking at her. “I’m sorry, may I help you with something?”

  a stroll through the park was something isabelle always did, whether it was on her day off, on her way to work, or once she had a lunch break. it was just a peaceful place where she could get her mind off of everything. today was no different. a breath of fresh air was what she needed. the seasons were slowly changing from winter into spring and it was showing, the wind still cool but not as cold as that harsh winter wind, the grass and leaves on the trees were getting greener, and flowers were starting to grow. her eyes landed on something laying on the grass as she was doing a casual afternoon stroll, bending down to pick up the jacket, she looked around for something nearby that could’ve dropped it. clearing her throat as she walked over to a female who was currently sitting under the oak tree. “hi, this wouldn’t happen to be your jacket? i found it laying about on the grass over there and i didn’t want you to have gone home without it, if it is yours.”

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enchantedrcses‌:

“Surprisingly no. My body is already perfect as is, but I have always been a bit of an artist. It just so happens everyone else is my canvas,” she said. “I could give you a discount if you ever want one. The least I can do for turning your bookstore into a mess.” She smiled at the girl, already laying the foundation for future encounters. “I will definitely look into them. Could not get through Wuthering Heights though. Reminded me too much of my ex. He is like Heathcliff, but less charming.” Cierra laughed.

   her head nodded at her words. “understandable, whether you’d be covered in tattoos or not, i’d still think of you as a pretty sweet chick.” isabelle stated, giggling softly as she turned to pick up another book from her cart. “would you do that for me? i’ll be sure to remember that if i ever find a tattoo that i like. and please, don’t worry about the mishap, happens all the time.” she waved her hand in the air, as if brushing off what had started their conversation in the first place. “oh. i could see how that would be a hard one to get through, especially of heathcliff reminding you of your ex.”

[ofbeautyisms]

ofxbeasts‌:

     her declination of tea made him feel unsure what to do or where to go.  at least the kitchen would have given him a sense of direction.  now he felt trapped, his feet glued to the floor of the corridor.  this very moment was the thing he’d been trying to avoid all along.  the conversation that would ultimately only end in pain, with her leaving.  he guessed though, that it would hurt much less now than it would if they had actually been something.  maybe it was time to cut the cord once and for all, move on like none of it had ever happened.  he could retreat into the darkness of the manor forever and pretend like none of this existed, and she could go on and be happy.

     her words surprised him again.  but he supposed she was always surprising him.  she consistently caught him off guard and forced him think about and change his behavior.  he towered half a foot above her, but she still terrified him.  the way she said his name cut through him like a knife.  it made him want to run- far away to a place he couldn’t hurt her.  cierra was right, he was a coward.  a coward and a fool.

     it seemed he couldn’t avoid it.  he wouldn’t be able to just walk away from her questions, from the dark and twisty. he let out a half sigh, one hand reaching up to scratch behind his neck.  “a-alright,” he spoke before clearing his throat.  “what uh- what’s on your mind?”

   after hearing his question, it was like she froze. sure, she had a lot that she needed to get out and into the open, but it was like her mind had blanked. where she should she even start with all of this? isabelle didn’t want to be so blunt and to the point, mostly because she could already tell how awkward adam was becoming. she couldn’t blame him of course, she showed up at his house uninvited, it was quite rude of her. however she needed to know where they stood.

   were they just friends? or not at all? could there be something there between them and he’s afraid? or was she just that silly hopeless romantic?

   whatever it was, she needed to know for sure. had she not meant anything to him at all? if that’s the case, she sure did need a lot of time preparing herself for those words. maybe that’s why she froze. she’s procrastinating. not yet ready to hear, “isabelle, i don’t care for you like you do me.” even just playing that in her head it stung.

   “i-” her sentence stopped before it could continue, chewing on her bottom lip, a bad habit she had when she got nervous. her heart was pounding against her chest as her eyes landed on him. “how was it so easy for you to just leave me in the dust like that?”

[ofbeautyisms]

isabelle beaufort — apple peak’s valentine’s day masquerade ball !

“it’s no wonder that her name means beauty.”

[ofbeautyisms]

enchantedrcses‌:

“Oh no, my family has been around for a while. Since I was a teenager. We just ran in different circles and I went to private school,” she said. “I’m also a bit of a workaholic. I’m always tied up at the tattoo parlor.” Cierra continued her friendly smile. “Do you own the place? That is so impressive. I wish I had the savvy to own my own business,” she laughed. “Do you have any recommendations? I am a bit of a romantic myself. Though, I do have to say, there’s something to be said about a good tragedy. You know, like Romeo and Juliet.”

   “probably why you’re a new face to me.” she pointed out. “you work at needle point? i wouldn’t have guessed that about you, but i like that. do you have any tattoos?” she inquired, suddenly interested about the female before her. there was something about her that she almost recognized, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. “i do actually. well, it was handed down to me from my dad. my mom was a big lover of books, so he opened this in honor of her and i was lucky enough to be able to take charge.” she explained, giving the other a soft smile. “you can never go wrong with romeo and juliet. wuthering heights is a good one, if you’re looking for more that renaissance feel like romeo and juliet. or if you’re looking for a modern romantic tragedy, i suggest me before you. it was heartbreaking.”

[ofbeautyisms]

ofxbeasts‌:

     he took a step back, opening the door farther to let her inside.  as soon as she was in he slowly shut it, his body facing the closed door for a few moments before he finally took a deep breath and turned around.  he was embarrassed, to say the least.  the manor was clean, no thanks to him, but it was dark and cold.  the curtains were kept drawn, the furniture was designed for looks and not for comfort.  nothing about the entire house was warm or inviting.

     “i could uh-” he began, clearing his throat mid-sentence.  he wasn’t entirely sure what to do or how to act in this situation.  “i could make some tea,” he finished.  it was so strange to have her here - such a beautiful presence in such an unwelcoming place.  she didn’t look like she belonged, and perhaps that’s what hurt him the most.

      “sorry it’s such a-” he began again, his head lifting to look around the corridor.  he realized he didn’t really know how to finish the sentence.  “well, this, i guess,” he finally concluded, his hands hitting his thighs in defeat.  he didn’t match her gaze, still avoiding her question, slightly hoping she’d just forget she asked.  hoping that maybe she really just came by to borrow a book and she would soon be on her way and he wouldn’t have to tell her he couldn’t be around her because he cared about her more than he’d cared about anyone.  maybe.

   as she stepped inside of his home, she had realized that this was the first time that she had ever been inside, much less at the house altogether. looking around the room, it had gave off such a mysterious vibe to it. how fitting. it was clean, she had to give him that, but so dark and vague. she wanted to let in a little bit of sunlight, by drawing back the curtains, though that wasn’t her place to do so.

   her body jumped slightly at the sudden sound of his voice, turning to face him as her brows furrowed. “no, i’m okay. thank you though.” she spoke softly, once more. a part of her wanted to scream for being so nice, she should be angry and upset for what he put her through. i mean, a simple call or text to say that he wasn’t interested in talking to her would be sufficient enough, sure it would hurt like hell, but it’d be better than going through this back and forth with him. not knowing if he still wanted to be in her life or not.

   his statement made her let out a short huff as she shook her head. she couldn’t believe he was doing what he could to avoid the situation. of course, she understood it, it was awkward to say the least. a conversation that she didn’t want to have whatsoever, but she couldn’t handle not knowing what was going on between them. it’d be cheesy to say that he shook her world whenever he came into her life, made her feel as though he was the adventure she was waiting for, but all of it was true. it’s how she felt. and then all of a sudden, he wasn’t there anymore. it hurt. what hurt even more is the fact that it seemed as though he didn’t care.

   “i didn’t come here to talk about the state of your home, adam.” her tone came out a little more bitter than what she wanted it to. “i have a lot on my mind and the last thing i want is for you to act as though i’m just coming here for a friendly visit.”

[ofbeautyisms]

🌺

what’s your favorite flower? how do you feel about roses?

“it’s a toss up between carnations and roses, but if i had to pick one, definitely roses. so, how do i feel about roses? i think that they’re absolutely beautiful. i’m a hopeless romantic, what can i say?”

[ofbeautyisms]

😈

expecting to get laid or spend a night alone?

“i would say alone, but technically i won’t be. chip will make for a lovely valentine, no doubt about it.”

[rpmemedumpster]

Valentine's Day Question Meme!

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rpmemedumpster‌:

Send for an answer!

😗: Are you single or do you have a date?

👗: Do you like to dress up for Valentine’s Day date? Or dress up in general for the holiday?

😈: Expecting to get laid or spend a night alone?

💋: Expecting a kiss on Valentine’s Day?

🌺: What’s your favorite flower? How do you feel about roses?

🍒 Do you prefer chocolates or flowers? If neither explain what you would like on Valentine’s Day!

🍫: Do you like chocolate? If so, which chocolate do you prefer?

💘: How do you feel about Valentine’s Day?

📔: Did you celebrate Valentine’s Day as a child/teenager? Did you ever receive Valentine’s Day when you were younger? Do you still do?

✏️ : How do you feel about love letters? Ever received a love letter? How do you feel about those Valentine’s Day cards that children use in school? 

💕: What is your ideal/fantasy date? 

🍜: Do you prefer a fancy dinner, casual dinner or stay at home dinner when on a date?

💔: Were you ever dumped or rejected on Valentine’s Day?

💝: Do you have a valentine? Crush? Someone you like?

🎆: Are you going to send a Valentine to anyone? Secretly or out in the open?

🎬: What’s your favorite romantic music?

🎤: What’s your favorite romantic song?

🍬 Lastly, how do you feel about sweethearts aka candy hearts/conversation hearts? 

[ofbeautyisms]

ofxbeasts‌:

     his whole body was filled with shock.  he just stood there for a moment staring at her.  the door winter wind whipped through the doorway and rushed past his cheeks.  he barely noticed the bitter air, he was already frozen, stopped in time as he looked at her.  

      after a few seconds passed and the initial surprise subsided the shock turned into panic.  belle had never been to the manor before.  she hadn’t seen the decrepit bricks, the unkept vines, the menacing gargoyles, the frost that never quite seemed to melt off the branches of the dying trees even well into the springtime.  he wasn’t ready to see her.  he was without a jacket- his burned arm uncovered.  his hair was long and his beard was untrimmed, it had become much bushier than he normally liked it.  he wasn’t in much condition to see anyone, let alone her. 

     but of course, she looked magnificent as always.  the winter almost seemed to suit her.  he could see the rose coldness on her nose, and her hair moved elegantly in the ebb and flow of the wind.  her words were even more shocking than her appearance.  he should have known she would be so blunt, but he had no idea how to react.  

     “i uh-” sounds trailed out from his mouth, and he finally just how cold the air was against his skin.  “do you-” his words were weak and unconfident.  “do you want to come inside?”

   after having blurted that sentence out, her eyes flickered down at the ground. she realized how odd it must’ve been for him to open the door and see her standing there, without any warning. she knew it wasn’t the best idea to drive all the way up here in the outskirts of town with her emotions running high, but she needed the answers.

   her eyes lifted back up to him and she noticed a difference in his look. his hair was longer than usual and you could tell that he hadn’t given his beard a good trim. he looked rough. but she hadn’t minded his appearance, she never did. it was his mysterious demeanor that had drew her in, in the first place. she had wanted to know more about him ever since the first time he had came around the bookstore. 

   brows knitting together at his question. she hadn’t expected him to invite her in, especially as she was so rude to just show up unannounced and to top it off, she blurted out such a blunt question. however, she was starting to freeze just standing outside and she needed to know why he just left her in the dust the way that he did. without a call or a text, it was such a coward way out and belle didn’t like that one bit. “uh, yeah. i suppose that would be nice.” she spoke, her tone had softened. “thank you.”

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enchantedrcses‌:

“Oh, thank you. Are you a fan of Tennyson? He’s so romantic, isn’t he? Also, fairly progressive for his time.” She did enjoy books, she just never bothered coming in here to buy them. Not until today. Not until she realized just who this woman was to Adam. “I’m Cierra by the way. Sorry I keep blathering on. Don’t you just love books?”

  “i’ve read some of his work, yes. i’m a sucker for romance, but i don’t suppose that’ll come to a shock to you.” belle replied, with a soft giggle. her head tilted slightly as she tried to see if she knew the girl before her, but nothing rung a bell. “oh it’s lovely to meet you, cierra. i’m isabelle, or belle if you will. are you new around here? i don’t believe i’ve seen you before.” she inquired. “oh i’m quite the fan of books, always have one in my hand, when i’m not busy running the store of course.”

[ofbeautyisms]

ofxbeasts‌:

@ofbeautyisms.

     it had been over a month since they’d last spoken.  the whole point of avoiding her was to push her out of his head entirely.  on the contrary, she hadn’t left his mind since.  that image of her in the park - the last conversation they’d had - it consumed him.  he hated himself for it.  he hated her for it.  despite him being completely isolated, she’d never left him.

     he felt utterly ridiculous.  she was just a girl.  that’s what he told himself, anyway.  but really, he knew that she wasn’t.  she had looked passed his appearance, his pessimistic attitude.  she was the first person who he’d actually felt something for.  that was the part that terrified him.  it felt like every time he cared, he lost.  he wasn’t sure he could do it again, not with her.

     so he pushed her away.  he stopped wandering into the bookstore, hoping she’d be standing behind the counter.  he changed his jogging route in the park.  he didn’t text or call.  imagine his surprise when he heard a rather aggressive knock on his front door, only to find belle standing on the other side.

     “i-” he stuttered, staring at her in disbelief.  “w-what are you doing here?”

  it was only a matter of time before isabelle reached her breaking point. it had been a month. a month. since they last spoke and she couldn’t believe that it had even gotten to that point for them. when they first met at the park, she never thought that this was where they’d be at now. she hated it. wanting nothing more than to be back to that good spot they were in just a few months back before all of this.

  perhaps it was silly to feel the way that she did about this whole situation, but for the last few weeks it had been eating at her. trying to push her feelings to the side about how she felt on this situation because the last thing she wanted was to make things even worse with him. but the more she pushed them to the side, the more it built up.

  so now she was here, in front of his door, her knuckle aggressively knocking against the wood. so many thoughts were running through her brain as she awaited his answer. why had he stop contacting her? did she do something wrong?

  “adam.” her was low and soft once he appeared in front of her, as if she was almost in shock at the fact that he was there, at his own house. for having a lot on her mind and reenacting an argument in her head on the way up here, she sure was frozen at the worst time possible. should she have even come here? well it was too late now. “what happened between us?”

[ofbeautyisms]

enchantedrcses‌:

@ofbeautyisms

Cierra walked into the bookstore, aimlessly wandering around. It was calculated. She pretended to drop her books next to the girl who had stolen Adam’s heart. Not for long though. She smiled at her. “Sorry I’m so clumsy. I guess I shouldn’t pick up so many books next time. You have such a great selection though.”

  belle’s eyes flickered back and forth between the spine of the book she was currently holding and the shelf in front of her. placing the book back onto the shelf once she found the correct spot for it and just in time too as she heard a thud right next to her. her head turned towards the noise, letting out a soft “oh!” as she bent down to pick up the object. “here you are, ma’am.” she spoke, sending the female a smile while she handed the book she had dropped. “please don’t apologize, it happens all the time. oh! why thank you.” her cheeks flushed a pink tinge at the compliment. “great choice by the way.”

[vhsmeme]

* drabble checklist

send a word for a drabble! feel free to specify which muse does what.

catch: your muse discovers mine doing something they shouldn’t

note: my muse leaves a note for yours

bed: your muse tucks mine in

console: my muse comforts yours

embrace: my muse hugs yours

rocky: your muse finds mine bruised and bloody

jacket: your muse bundles mine up before they go outside

dial: my muse calls yours

heart: my muse says i love you

why: my muse shows how much they care, without words!

hush: your muse calms mine down (from lashing out, crying, etc.)

pain: your muse looks after mine when they have a headache

clock: my muse is late (home, work, etc.)

soup: your muse cares for my ill muse  

shield: my muse shields yours with their body

laugh: my muse laughs at a joke, funny story, etc.

cape: my muse saves yours

scar: your muse touches one of mine’s scars

guilt: my muse apologizes

fright night: my muse has a nightmare

diner: our muses eat at a 24 hour diner

half: our muses share something (snack, blanket, etc.)

book: our muses read a story 

twinkle: our muses go stargazing

fight club: our muses argue

popcorn: our muses watch a movie

song: our muses listen to music

roam: our muses get lost

classy: our muses go to a formal event 

candy: a fluffy moment 

thunder: an angry moment

boo: a spooky moment

whoopee: a celebratory moment

onion: a sad moment

[ofbeautyisms]

byhook‌:

James let out a dry laugh. He should’ve known better, he thought, than to think he could have ever found some sort of happy ending in Apple Peak. Villains never got those. It was all too good to last. But James Hook was no quitter. He’d go down fighting; it was the least he could do for himself.

“Life’s short,” he said, tone wry. He gestured with his left arm, the one with the hook. “You never know when you’ll lose everything. So, enjoy what you have now. Consequences be damned.”

  it wasn’t like belle to be in such a bar like stinky pete, unless she had a reason to. but here she was, sipping on a glass of wine, something that she could’ve been easily doing at the comfort of her own home. perhaps it was because she wanted to see if a certain someone would be here. but alas, she had no luck with that.

  her head turned to look at james, brows furrowed as she glances at his hook for a hand. “that’s quite deep. i’ll drink to that.” shrugging her shoulders while she lifted her glass slightly before taking another sip of her wine. “anything in particular that’s got you down in the dumps?”