#pxrfectlypractical

[raven-the-rebel-blog]

pxrfectlypractical asked "fashion baby"

Raven looked down at her outfit with a raised brow as she looked down at the Victorian style dress she’d been wearing thinking that white was a vast contrast from her usual purple, black and silver ascetic, hex she didn’t think she owned much outside of that color pallet aside from a blazer she’d had of Dexter which was the deep blue of his eyecolor and a green hued dress that Maddie had insisted that she’d purchased one afternoon in Bookend. 

Giving the dress a twirl, the princess paced around Wonderland Grove where she’d been waiting the arrival of some friends wondering it perhaps it was the magic that pulsed all around that had did this afterall, it wouldn’t be the first time that the wonderlandian magic had changed what she was wearing.

[learnedtolovethebeast]

url: pxrfectlypractical | "This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?"

“I think you’re being a little dramatic, Mary. It isn’t the middle of nowhere.” Belle replied, rolling her eyes. “You always told me this is where Maman liked to go when she was younger. You’ve talked about it so many times, I just wanted to see it in person.”

[learnedtolovethebeast]

url: pxrfectlypractical | drabbles: drink me, fight me, and kill me <3

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♚ - Drink Me

     The week had finally come to an end and it just so happens so did Mary Poppins’ birthday. Every year she’d deny the fact and insist the day go by unrecognized, but despite her objections Belle refused to let such an important day pass without any acknowledgement. Perhaps that was because Maurice had always made Belle’s birthday as special as he could growing up and even still to this day. Birthdays were the one day a year that was dedicated to you.     

     “I will pick you up after work.” Belle replied, excitedly into the phone. Admittedly Belle didn’t get to go out very much. She already spent her days at work so she made sure the rest of the day and weekends were for spending time with Adam and the children. It was rare, but Adam assured her they would be fine without her and so she was looking forward for taking Mary out to dinner to celebrate. “I don’t see why this is necessary.” Mary replied, begrudgingly. “Because it’s your birthday and after a long week we both deserve a night out.” Belle insisted. Mary gave a small huff, but decided it wasn’t worth the argument. “If I must, I must.”     

     As the night progressed the two seemed to be having a wonderful time away from work and husbands and children. For once it was just Belle and Mary; a much needed girl’s night. By this point Belle had her fair share of Chardonnays and Mary, Rum Punches. Luckily Bert had offered to pick them up after so they wouldn’t have to call a cab.     

     “Alright Mary, I promised I wouldn’t bring a cake, but we are having a Birthday shot in your honor.” Belle insisted, waving the bartender over. Mary’s eyes widened, almost appalled by the notion. “We most certainly are not.” She insisted to which Belle rolled her eyes and ignored. “Belle, I have no intention of making a spectacle of myself.” Belle turned back to Mary with a laugh. “You should have thought of that two Rum Punches ago.” She teased. “Don’t worry, you’ll like this.” Finally the bartender arrived. “We’ll have a lemon drop and gingerbread shot, please.” Belle ordered and Mary, who was about to intervene, stopped herself. She did love gingerbread.

[learnedtolovethebeast]

url: pxrfectlypractical | ✴️ (except, it's Bert)

“Honey, who was at the…” Belle’s words dropped in her throat as she walked in to find her husband’s lips pressed against another woman’s, who sat there on her couch. Belle needed no explanation to know exactly who this woman was. Mary Poppins. She had only heard of her ever since she began dating Bert. On countless occasions she was told by his family how they always thought they’d marry and how practically perfect she was before she left him behind without explanation. It was Belle’s largest fear coming true. A part of her always feared Mary would return unannounced and Bert would leave her. She stood silent at the door for a moment, her heart sinking and tears formed in her eyes before she slowly backed out and ran upstairs where she locked herself in their bedroom. There she pulled her suitcase from the closet and began to pack.

[learnedtolovethebeast]

URL: pxrfectlypractical | {tell me!}

Put a “Tell me” in my ask and my character will answer…

If you snuck into my room I would:[] Go back to sleep[] Kick you out[] Cuddle with you[x] Be like “How in the world?”[] Let you sleep on the floor[] Become angryIf you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:[x] Kiss or hug you back[] Smile and laugh[] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable[] Push you away[] Be shocked[] Strike youIf you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:[] No[x] Yes[] Most certainly not.[] Without hesitation.You are:[] Cute[] Adorable[] Attractive[x] Beautiful[] Okay[] Ugly[] Am not going to grace this with an answer

[learnedtolovethebeast]

Today was the day her father would be leaving, this time for two weeks. She did hate to seem him go and had wished she could accompany him on all his travels to the various conventions. A chance to get out of Alsace was rare and only a dream for Belle at this point. Someone needed to stay back and keep house and care for the chickens though she had to admit it was terribly lonely. The townspeople hardly paid her any mind and she was used to it. The only one who really paid her any mind was Gaston, one whom‘s company was never wished for and the book keeper, who was fairly busy.

Once Belle had sent Maurice off and completed the various chores around the house she decided to take her book to small cafe. It would be a chance to get out of the house and she wouldn’t mind another cup of tea. When she arrived it was rather empty and still Belle chose a table in the corner of the room where she could focus better on her story than the sounds coming from the kitchen.

As she flipped through the pages of Peter Pan, Belle couldn’t help but think of her past. The heroine of the story, Wendy reminded her so much of someone and yet she couldn’t quite place who. Wendy Darling had her set of adventures in Neverland before finally returning home where she grew up, married, and eventually had children of her own. Unlike her own parents, Wendy encouraged her children to pursue their adventures and dreams. Still Belle tried to remember where she’d known someone like that, but she couldn’t seem to place anyone in particular.

[fairxqueen-archive-blog]

Fairy Mary... Poppins

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Windy days are the least usual in Pixie Hollow, where the weather is mostly calm and pleasant. Yet when the wind rises, it always brings some surprise. And when it's the wind in east, Queen Clarion knows very well what it is - or rather, who.

The Queen smiles and steps out of her balcony, looking around her room. If old friend Mary Poppins is coming to visit, as she thinks she is, everything must be practically perfect for her tea.