#Isabella and Clayton

[battlemaiden13]

How. How do you write this much?! Tell me your secrets. I need to know.

I really like writing. Want to see the first draft prologue to the book I'm writing? sure ya do its very coded in the fanfic community because I'm using the soulmark trope:

There is very little reason why a person would hate someone they had never actually met but Isabella Porter despised the person who was determined to be her soulmate with every fiber of her being and had done so since she was 13. 

Over a decade later and she still wanted nothing to do with the person who she was apparently meant to fall so deeply in love with that she lost her mind a little. Because that’s what people do when they fall in love, they lose their minds. At least that's what Isabella, known as Izzy to her friends,  thought and she considered herself to be a bit of an expert on the matter even though she wanted no part in the bizarre human shared experience of falling in love. 

Isabella thought of herself as an expert in love because she had seen so many loving couples due to the fact that she was a wedding planner. A wedding planner who, just three years ago started her own company, To The Moon and Back.

So yes, Izzy had seen many couples working as a wedding planner but none quite like the Lesters. Well one Lester, one Davidson as it currently stood but soon to be both Lesters. 

Henry Lester was a quiet man, who wore quiet clothes and had a quiet haircut and a quiet voice. Most people wouldn’t even notice he was there even if he was speaking. He was the kind of man to blend into the background anywhere he went despite being on the board for some big tech company. 

His fiance, on the other hand, was loud. Melody Davidson, soon to be Melody Lester, had to make sure whenever she entered a room that everybody knew she was there. She was one of those girls who could just talk for 2 hours about anything that sprang to mind and despite her pretty appearance and name sake her voice was very grating especially when she was annoyed or angry about not getting things her way.  Melody always got things her way. 

Both of the soon to be Lester’s were well off, in tabloids often because Melody always seemed to be in the middle of drama even though she would swear it wasn’t her fault. It apparently just came with being a model.

Considering how well off the two of them were Isabella was shocked when they walked into her office and Melody declared that the company was absolutely darling and low key and exactly what she had been searching for for months! 

Regardless, I am getting ahead of myself. This story isn’t about the Lesters’ even if they are in it quite a bit. 

Isabella hated her soulmate for one very glaring reason and it was to do with her soulmark. A mark bestowed on two souls that were perfectly matched to each other, who were destined to fall in love or at least have their fates so intertwined that it was impossible to live without the other. 

A magic that had been around since the start of mankind and the only remaining remnants of the power on the world before. 

These soulmarks are known to scientists around the world as futurum in aliis vitae, but that is stupid so we, like most of the sane population, are going to call them soulmarks. 

A single soulmark would appear somewhere on the body on the person's 13th birthday. The 13th birthday was chosen as a gift to my sister's husband as it was his favorite number but he is not a part of this story. 

This story is about Isabella and her soulmate and her soulmark and why she hated her soulmate before she had even met them. 

A soulmark could appear in one of two ways. The first was as a picture, a tattoo of sorts, of some intricate or simple design that would express what their soulmate would mean to them. These were always harder to distinguish who you were meant to be with as there was a lot left up in the air. 

Did the umbrella tattoo littered with stars mean that their soulmate would protect them from the dark times ahead as a barrier, lifting them up to the universe as a brilliant shooting star? Or did it mean that the stranger who lent you their umbrella that one night was destined to fall in love with you?

Who’s to say. 

The picture's soulmarks were always harder to decipher but Isabella was blessed to have the other sort of soulmark, although she would say it was the worst thing to ever happen to her. 

These sort of soulmark left little to no room for questioning who your soulmate was, often it made them quite easy to find although there have been a few mix ups on occasions. More often than not though the people with these soulmarks would know instantly who their soulmate was supposed to be. 

Instead of a picture painting your skin, the first words your soulmate said directly to you were imprinted somewhere on your body in your soulmate's own hand. Isabella had this type of soulmark. 

It was printed on her left hand, scrolling over the back of her hand. In neat, large, black writing that was clearly printed so that anyone who understood the basics of the English language could read it were the first words her soulmate would ever say to her. 

“Idiot” 

There was no punctuation, there never was on these things, so there was no indication of tone but it was pretty clear from the words written. Isabella’s soulmate thought she was an idiot and soon after the words appeared on her hand others started to believe it too. 

So Isabella hated her soulmate. Hated everything that this stranger had put her through and had no desire to meet them. 

Isabella didn’t want a love story. And if she had things her way, the way she had planned it out since she was 15, she wouldn’t.

[rxnefairs]

yeah, i’ve been known to share

[he11swinter]

hi it's me again :3 🦇 anon!!

ok this is my last ask for everyone i swear!! (it's not :3)

(for everyone!! :3)

what if i just went around and hugged u all?? honestly i don't really care what happens, i love being around u guys!!/gen (u guys r witterway the best pls keep being u)

Everyone says:

Billy rolls his eyes, crosses his arms, and displays the sassiest attitude possible. “Hugs are for sissies. Bleh.” He’s standing upside-down on the ceiling, so you have tough luck reaching him. The First Born Son sticks his tongue out at you and flickers away.

Jimmy crosses his arms thoughtfully. His voice is muffled by the plastic around his head. “Sheesh, I dunno, kid. I don’t get nothin’ out of hugs, personally.”

Susan giggles and throws her arms around your neck, bringing you in close. She comes between you and Jimmy, so you can’t hug him. “Hehehehe! You’re so cute. And funny.”

Jean smiles softly and brings you into a hug, but she’s a little sad. “Please don’t say that—that you don’t care what happens. Take care of yourself, hon.” She’s frightened of some of the other ghosts. She can sense them stirring in irritation.

Royce grimaces. “I don’t even know you, man. Back off.” He flips his baseball bat—to show off, or would he really use it?

Dana taps the edge of her knife, seeming bored, but if you approach her she raises it at the ready. There’s no doubt she would use it.

Isabella hangs back. She stays far away from everyone, and far away from you. She doesn’t want trouble, but her glare suggests you’ll get it if you push her too far.

Margaret and Harold are shy. They glance to each other—silent, still.

George contemplates. His expression is hard, and his stance just as tense. But when you approach and throw your arms around him, the blacksmith softens. He pats you awkwardly on the back, using his other arm to hold back the still-raging Ryan.

“Hell no!” The Jackal screeches when it’s his turn, no longer after you when it’s you after him. He cowers like a dog. “Not again. Get away from me—I don’t want it!”

As you approach Horace, his bloodshot eyes burn down on you. His arms are crossed. All this affection is annoying him immensely. He grabs you and hurls you away; the rest of the ghosts gasp.

[onlylonelylatino]

Tarzan and Korak by James Sherman

[pupsmailbox]

hi me again.

do you have names similar to Buck or Callahan?

asking for a friend.

BUCK︰ aaron. ace. alan. alayna. alison. allie. amelia. ava. axel. babs. baja. bak. baker. baki. baqia. bash. basia. bass. basye. baz. bear. becca. beck. becka. beretta. bessie. bevis. beyza. biagio. bice. bijou. bijoux. bo. boaz. booker. boone. bosco. boyce. boyko. boyne. boys. bozica. bret. brock. bronco. brooks. burke. buse. bush. buster. busy. buz. buzz. cash. chea. clayton. colt. crash. cupid. damon. danner. delilah. delta. denim. diana. diesel. doe. draven. dublin. evelyn. fallow. felix. flat. franken. grayson. gunner. hunter. isabella. jake. janna. jayce. joe. john. kaitlynn. kamina. kevin. king. laura. lollia. lucky. lux. mace. maile. mary. moose. mycah. nike. nora. ranger. remington. rhett. ripp. rocket. sargent. sawyer. shooter. slide. striker. tabitha. tank. tesa. tucker. uda. walker. whitney. wolf. wyatt.

CALLAHAN︰ acey. adelaide. ahlia. alen. allan. allen. amelia. anders. asher. avary. bailey. beckett. bellamy. benjamin. bennett. brady. branigan. brennan. brina. brooklin. brooks. caelum. cailean. caillen. cailyn. calan. calhoun. callaghan. callan. callen. calloway. callum. calum. calvin. camira. canaan. cannon. carrington. carter. cayleen. caylin. celaeno. celie. celine. celyn. chailyn. chalina. charlotte. chelan. cheslyn. chilion. chisholm. cholena. clem. cleme. cleon. coilin. coleman. colin. colleen. collin. colm. colman. colon. conal. conifer. connolly. connor. corin. cullen. declan. deimos. delaney. donovan. dorie. driana. eleanor. elixir. ely. emerson. emma. emmett. eszti. evelyn. everett. exa. finley. finn. finnegan. finnian. finnigan. fletcher. griffe. griffin. harper. harrison. hudson. itai. jack. kalvi. kannon. kason. kelan. kellan. kieran. killian. kimmie. kincaid. kylan. lachlan. lady. larami. liam. lile. lincoln. macaulay. madigan. maeve. magdala. makena. matthias. melitta. melrose. mozelle. murry. oakley. oliver. ottie. owen. parker. ponk. quest. quinn. rorie. rowan. salomon. sawyer. seamus. sebastian. shanti. sloane. sophia. sullivan. talen. tetra. theodore. thursday. tryphena. vick. violet. wren. xil.

[bookoftheironfist]

Danny: “How do you kick somebody’s head off in zero gravity conditions? Start with the weapon-- use the inertia to spin around and-- then shove off the wall and bring it to him-- Even shattered, the stub of the whip-sword still looks nasty-- then take it-- and him-- out. And then...Stellar Astro-Fist. Um...Kick of the Geosynchronous Thunderbird. Something. Doesn’t matter. I made it up. What’s got two thumbs and didn’t boot in front of millions of people while inventing zero-g kung fu?” Defenders (2011) #1 by Matt Fraction, Terry Dodson, Rachel Dodson, Sonia Oback, and Clayton Cowles

In which Danny fends off assassins in low orbit.

For the record, this is not actually his first time fighting while weightless. All the way back in Marvel Premiere #22, he and one of his early antagonists were thrust into an abstract pocket dimension created by Master Khan, which had the fun feature of no gravity.

"The odds here are against you. For you were never trained to use your kung fu skills...where gravity does not exist! You float helplessly as the razor-sharp shuriken shrieks past your head. Each movement sends you drifting even more helplessly. Each succeeding shuriken passes even more closely to your person." Marvel Premiere #22 by Tony Isabella, Arvell Jones, George Roussos, Aubrey Bradford, and Karen Mantlo

Fortunately, Danny was trained to adapt quickly to new environments, even very odd ones, and just as he does in the above scene from Defenders, he manages to find his space legs in time to fight back.

[hopelesslys-world]

50 SHADES OF FUCKED UP | CH.4

TRIGGER WARNINGS!: TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, reader is kind of a bimbo, heavily detailed smut, basically porn, loss of virginity, harsh language, anger issues, stalking, obsession, jealousy, controlling behaviour, DOM-SUB themes, BDSM Expand considered to be portrayed with incorrect/poor etiquette, emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse/assault, statutory rape.

EXTRAS: Vomiting, alcohol !

Tell me if I missed anything...( As you can see most of the warnings will appear in future chapters. )

I apologize for any grammar mistakes...

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/M/N: Your Middle Name

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*𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙋𝙊𝙑*

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𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 concrete of the garage with its bleak fluorescent light, I speed towards Bella's car getting inside as if someone was chasing me.

What was I thinking? Unbidden and unwelcome incoming tears make my eyes water.

Why am I crying? I sink to the ground, angry at myself for this senseless reaction. I hide my face in my hands and wipe a stray tear off my cheek.

That is so embarrassing. I embarrassed myself out there thinking that we were going to kiss. I'm so stupid, being sad of something I never had. How ridiculous. Something that never was – my dashed hopes, dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.

I have never been on the receiving end of rejection. Okay… so I was always one of the last to be picked for basketball or volleyball – but I understood that – running and doing something else at the same time like bouncing or throwing a ball is not my thing. I am a serious liability in any sporting field.

Romantically, though, I’ve never put myself out there, ever. A lifetime of insecurity – I’m too pale, too skinny, too scruffy, uncoordinated, my long list of faults goes on. So I have always been the one to rebuff any would be admirers. There was that guy in my chemistry class who liked me, but no one has ever sparked my interest – no one except Christian damn Grey.

Maybe I should be kinder to the likes of Paul Clayton and José Rodriguez, though I’m sure neither of them have been found like me inside their car in a dark parking lot.

I should go home, do my studying. Forget about him and stop all this self-pitying, crap!!!

I take a deep, steadying breath and start the engine. I will not think of him again. I can just chalk this incident up to experience and concentrate on my exams.

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Bella is sitting at the dining table at her laptop when I arrive. Her welcoming smile fades when she sees me.

“Y/N/N what’s wrong?”

Oh no… not the Isabella Clark Inquisition. I shake my head at her in a back-off now Bella way – but I might as well be dealing with a blind, deaf mute.

“You’ve been crying,” she has an exceptional gift for stating the damned obvious sometimes. “What did that bastard do to you?” she growls, and her face – jeez, she’s scary.

“Nothing Bella.” That’s actually the problem. The thought brings a wry smile to my face.

“Then why have you been crying? You never cry,” she says, her voice softening. She stands, her green eyes brimming with concern. She puts her arms around me and hugs me.

I need to say something just to get her to back off. “I was nearly knocked over by a cyclist.” It’s the best that I can do, but it distracts her momentarily from… him.

“Jeez Y/N/N – are you okay? Were you hurt?” She holds me at arm’s length and does a quick visual check-up on me.

“No. Christian saved me,” I whisper. “But I was quite shaken.”

“I’m not surprised. How was coffee? I know you hate coffee.”

“I had tea. It was fine, nothing to report really. I don’t know why he asked me.”

“He likes you Y/N/N.” She drops her arms.

“Not anymore. I won’t be seeing him again.” Yes, I manage to sound matter of fact.

“Oh?”

Shit. She’s intrigued. I head into the kitchen so that she can’t see my face.

“Yeah… he’s a little out of my league Bella,” I say as dryly as I can manage.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh Bella, it’s obvious.” I whirl round and face her as she stands in the kitchen doorway.

“Not to me,” she says. “Okay, he’s got more money than you, but then he has more money than most people in America!”

“Bella he’s– ” I shrug.

“Y/N! For heaven’s sake – how many times must I tell you? You’re a total babe,” she interrupts me. She’s off on this tirade again.

“Bella, please. I need to study.” I cut her short. She frowns.

“Do you want to see the article? It’s finished. José took some great pictures.”

Do I need a visual reminder of the beautiful Christian I-don’t-want-you Grey?

“Sure,” I magic a smile on to my face and stroll over to the laptop. And there he is, staring at me in black and white, staring at me and finding me lacking.

I pretend to read the article, all the time meeting his steady gray gaze, searching the photo for some clue as to why he’s not the man for me – his own words to me. And it’s suddenly, blindingly obvious. He’s too gloriously good-looking. We are poles apart and from two very different worlds. His words make sense. He’s not the man for me.

This is what he meant, and it makes his rejection easier to accept… almost. I can live with this. I understand.

“Very good Bella,” I manage. “I’m going to study.” I am not going to think about him again for now, I vow to myself, and opening my revision notes, I start to read.

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It’s only when I’m in bed, trying to sleep, that I allow my thoughts to drift through my strange morning. I keep coming back to the ‘I don’t do the girlfriend thing’ quote, and I’m angry that I didn’t pounce on this information sooner, when I was in his arms mentally begging him with every fiber of my being to kiss me. He’d said it there and then. He didn’t want me as a girlfriend. I turn on to my side.

Idly, I wonder if perhaps he’s celibate? I close my eyes and begin to drift. Maybe he’s saving himself.

Well not for you, my sleepy subconscious has a final swipe at me before unleashing itself on my dreams.

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I put my pen down. Finished. My final exam is over. I feel the Cheshire cat grin spread over my face.

It’s Friday, and we'll be celebrating tonight, really celebrating. I might even get drunk! I’ve never been drunk before. I glance across the sports hall at Bella, and she’s still scribbling furiously, five minutes to the end. This is it, the end of my academic career.

I shall never have to sit in rows of anxious, isolated students again. Inside I’m doing graceful cartwheels around my head, knowing full well that’s the only place I can do graceful cartwheels.

Bella stops writing and puts her pen down. She glances across at me, and I catch her sly smile too.

We head back to our apartment together in her Mercedes, refusing to discuss our final paper. Bella is more concerned about what she’s going to wear to the bar this evening. I am busily fishing around in my purse for my keys.

“Y/N/N, there’s a package for you.” Bella is standing on the steps up to the front door holding a brown paper parcel. Odd. I haven’t ordered anything from Amazon recently. Bella gives me the parcel and takes my keys to open the front door.

It’s addressed to Miss Y/N Y/L/N. There’s no sender’s address or name. Perhaps it’s from my mom or Ray.

“It’s probably from my mom or dad.”

“Open it!” Bella is excited as she heads into the kitchen for our ‘Exams are finished celebration Champagne’.

I open the parcel, and inside I find a half leather box containing three seemingly identical old cloth-covered books in mint condition and a plain white card. Written on one side, in black ink in neat cursive handwriting, is:

Why didn't you tell me there was danger? Why didn't you warn me?

Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these trisks...

I recognize the quote from Tess. I am stunned by the irony as I’ve just spent three hours writing about the novels of Thomas Hardy in my final examination. Perhaps there is no irony… perhaps it’s deliberate.

I inspect the books closely, three volumes of Tess of the D’Urbervilles. I open the front cover. Written in an old typeface on the front plate is:

‘London: Jack R. Osgood, McIlvaine and Co., 1891.’

Holy fuck - they are first editions. They must be worth a fortune, and I know immediately who’s sent them. Bella is at my shoulder gazing at the books. She picks up the card.

“First Editions,” I whisper.

“No way...” Bella’s eyes are wide with disbelief. “Grey?”

I nod. “Can’t think of anyone else.”

“What does this card mean?”

“I have no idea. I think it’s a warning – honestly he keeps warning me off. I have no idea why. It’s not like I’m beating his door down.” I frown.

“I know you don’t want to talk about him, Y/N/N, but he’s seriously into you. Warnings or no.”

I have not let myself dwell on Christian Grey for the past week. Okay…I know it will take an eternity to expunge the feel of his arms around me and his wonderful fragrance from my brain. Why has he sent me this?

He told me that I wasn’t for him.

“I’ve found one Tess first edition for sale in New York at $14,000. But yours looks in much better condition. They must have cost more.” Bella is consulting her good friend Google.

“This quote – Tess says it to her mother after Alec D’Urberville has had his wicked way with her.”

“I know,” muses Bella. “What is he trying to say?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I can’t accept these from him. I’ll send them back with an equally baffling quote from some obscure part of the book.”

“The bit where Angel Clare says fuck off?” Bella asks with a completely straight face.

“Yes, that bit.” I giggle. I love Bella, she’s so loyal and supportive. I repack the books and leave them on the dining table. She hands me a glass of champagne.

“To the end of exams and our new life in Seattle,” she grins.

“To the end of exams, our new life in Seattle, and excellent results.” We clink glasses and drink.

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The bar is loud and hectic, full of soon to be graduates out to get trashed. José joins us. He won’t graduate for another year, but he’s in the mood to party and gets us into the spirit of our newfound freedom by buying a pitcher of margaritas for us all.

As I down my fifth, I know this is not a good idea on top of the champagne.

“So what now Y/N/N?” José shouts at me over the noise.

“Bella and I are moving to Seattle. Her parents have bought a condo there for her.”

“But you’ll be back for my show, right?”

“Of course, José, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I smile, and he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me close.

“It means a lot to me that you’ll be there Y/N/N,” he whispers in my ear. “Another margarita?”

“José Luis Rodriguez – are you trying to get me drunk? Because I think it’s working.” I giggle. “I think I’d better have a beer. I’ll go get us a pitcher.”

“More drinks, Y/N/N!” Bella bellows.

Bella has the constitution of an ox. She’s got her arm draped over Levi, one of our fellow English students and her usual photographer on her student newspaper. He’s given up taking photos of the drunkenness that surrounds him. He only has eyes for her. She’s in a stunning red dress that hugs her curves perfectly with black high heels and curls that reach her back elegantly.

Me, I’m in my usual skirt outfit but Bella made it more 'club like' and I love it, I feel very comfortable.

I move out of José’s hold and get up from our table. Whoa. Head spin. I have to grab the back of the chair. Tequila based cocktails are not a good idea.

I make my way to the bar and decide that I should visit the restroom while I am on my feet.

Good thinking, Y/N. I stagger off through the crowd. Of course, there’s a line, but at least it’s quiet and cool in the corridor. I reach for my cell phone to relieve the boredom of waiting in line.

Hmm… Who did I last call? Was it José? Before that a number I don’t recognize. Oh yes. Grey, I think this is his number. I giggle. I have no idea what the time is, maybe I’ll wake him. Perhaps he can tell me why he sent me those books and the crypticmessage.

If he wants me to stay away, he should leave me alone. I suppress a drunken grin and hit the automatic re-dial. He answers on the second ring. “Y/N?” He’s surprised to hear from me. Well, frankly, I’m surprised to ring him.

Then my befuddled brain registers… how does he know it’s me? “Why did you send me the books?” I slur at him.

“Y/N, are you okay? You sound strange.” His voice is filled with concern.

“I’m not the strange one, you are,” I accuse. My courage fuelled by alcohol.

“Y/N, have you been drinking?”

“What’s it to you?”

“I’m...curious. Where are you?”

“In a bar.”

“Which bar?” He sounds exasperated.

“A bar in Portland.”

“How are you getting home?”

“I’ll find a way.” This conversation is not going how I expected.

“Which bar are you in?”

“Why did you send me the books, Christian?”

“Y/N, where are you, tell me now.” His tone is so, so dictatorial, his usual control freak.

He's a freak. The thought makes me laugh.“You’re so… domineering,” I giggle.

“Where the fuck are you?” He asked angrily.

Christian Grey is swearing at me. I giggle again. “I’m in Portland… s’a long way from Seattle s'a long way from your bizarre ass.”

“Where in Portland?”

“Goodnight, Christian.”

“Y/N!”

I hang up. Ha! Though he didn’t tell me about the books. I frown. Mission not accomplished. I am really quite drunk - my head swims uncomfortably as I shuffle with the line. Well, the object of the exercise was to get drunk. I have succeeded. This is what it’s like – probably not an experience to be repeated.

The line has moved, and it’s now my turn. I stare blankly at the poster on the back of the toilet door that extols the virtues of safe sex.

Fuck, did I just call Christian Grey? Shit. My phone rings and it makes me jump. I yelp in surprise. “Hi,” I bleat timidly in to the phone. I hadn’t reckoned on this.

“I’m coming to get you,” he says and hangs up. Only Christian Grey could sound so calm and so threatening at the same time.

What the hell. I pull my skirt up. My heart is thumping. Coming to get me?

Oh no. I’m going to be sick… no… I’m fine. Hang on. He’s just messing with my head. I didn’t tell him where I was. He can’t find me here. Besides, it will take him hours to get here from Seattle, and we’ll be long gone by then. I wash my hands and check my face in the mirror.

I look flushed and slightly unfocused. Hmm… tequila.

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*𝘾𝙃𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙉'𝙎 𝙋𝙊𝙑*

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The bar is crowded, full of students determined to have a good time. There’s some indie crap thumping over the sound system and the dance floor is crowded with heaving bodies.

It makes me feel old.

She’s here somewhere.

Elliot has followed me in through the front door. “Do you see her?” he shouts over the noise.

Scanning the room, I spot Isabella Clark. She’s with a group of friends, all of them men, sitting in a booth. There’s no sign of Y/N, but the table is littered with shot glasses and tumblers of beer.

Well, let’s see if Miss Clark is as loyal to her friend as Y/N is to her. She looks at me in surprise when we arrive at her table.

“Isabella,” I say by way of greeting, and she interrupts me before I can ask her Y/N’s whereabouts.

“Christian, what a surprise to see you here,” she shouts above the noise. The three guys at the table regard Elliot and me with hostile wariness.

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“And who’s this?” She smiles rather too brightly at Elliot, interrupting me again. What an exasperating woman.

“This is my brother Elliot. Elliot, Isabella Clark. Where’s Y/N?”

Her smile broadens at Elliot, and I’m surprised by his answering grin.

“I think she went outside for some fresh air, she responds, but she doesn’t look at me. She has eyes only for Mr. Love ’Em and Leave ’Em. Well, it’s her funeral.

“Outside? Where?” I shout.

“Oh. That way.” She points to double doors at the far end of the bar.

Pushing through the throng, I make my way to the door, leaving the three disgruntled men and Clark and Elliot engaged in a grin-off.

Through the double doors there is a line for the ladies’ washroom, and beyond that a door that’s open to the outside. It’s at the back of the bar. Ironically, it leads to the parking lot where Elliot and I have just been.

Walking outside, I find myself in a gathering space adjacent to the parking lot—a hangout flanked by raised flowerbeds, where a few people are smoking, drinking, chatting. Making out. I spot her.

Fucking hell. She’s with the photographer, I think, though it’s difficult to tell in the dim light. She’s in his arms, but she seems to be twisting away from him. He mutters something to her, which I don’t hear, and kisses her, along her jaw.

“José, no,” she says, and then it’s clear. She’s trying to push him off. She doesn’t want this.

For a moment I want to rip his head off. With my hands fisted at my side I march up to them. “I think the lady said no.” My voice carries, cold and sinister, in the relative quiet, while I struggle to contain my anger.

He releases Y/N and she squints at me with a dazed, drunken expression.

“Grey,” he says, his voice terse, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to smash the disappointment off his face.

Y/N heaves, then buckles over and vomits on the ground.

Oh, shit!

“Ugh—Dios mío, Y/N/N!” José leaps out of the way in disgust.

Fucking idiot.

Ignoring him, I grab her hair and hold it out of the way as she continues to throw up everything she’s had this evening. It’s with some annoyance that I note she doesn’t appear to have eaten. With my arm around her shoulders I lead her away from the curious onlookers toward one of the flowerbeds.

“If you’re going to throw up again, do it here. I’ll hold you.” It’s darker here. She can puke in peace. She vomits again and again, her hands on the brick. It’s pitiful. Once her stomach is empty, she continues to retch, long dry heaves.

Boy, she’s got it bad.

Finally her body relaxes and I think she’s finished. Releasing her, I give her my handkerchief, which by some miracle I have in the inside pocket of my jacket.

Thank you, Mrs. Jones.

Wiping her mouth, she turns and rests against the bricks, avoiding eye contact because she’s ashamed and embarrassed. And yet I’m so pleased to see her. Gone is my fury at the photographer. I’m delighted to be standing in the parking lot of a student bar in Portland with Miss Y/N Y/L/N.

She puts her head in her hands, cringes, then peeks up at me, still mortified. Turning to the door, she glares over my shoulder. I assume it’s at her “friend.”

“I’ll, um, see you inside,” José says, but I don’t turn to stare him down, and to my favour, she ignores him, too, returning her eyes to mine.

“I’m sorry,” she says finally, while her fingers twist the soft linen.

Okay, let’s have some fun.

“What are you sorry for, Y/N?”

“The phone call, mainly. Being sick. The list goes on,” she mumbles.

“We’ve all been here, perhaps not quite as dramatically as you.” Why is it such fun to tease this young woman? “It’s about knowing your limits, Y/N. I mean, I’m all for pushing limits, but really this is beyond the pale. Do you make a habit of this kind of behavior?”

Perhaps she has a problem with alcohol. The thought is worrying, and I consider whether I should call my mother for a referral to a detox clinic.

Y/N frowns for a moment, as if angry, that little v forming between her brows, and I suppress the urge to kiss it. But when she speaks she sounds contrite.

“No,” she says. “I’ve never been drunk before and right now I have no desire to ever be again.” She looks up at me, her eyes unfocused, and she sways a little. She might pass out, so without giving it a thought I scoop her up into my arms.

She’s surprisingly light. Too light. The thought irks me. No wonder she’s drunk.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“I need to tell Bella,” she says, as her head rests on my shoulder.

“My brother can tell her.”

“What?”

“My brother Elliot is talking to Miss Clark”

“Oh?”

“He was with me when you called.”

“In Seattle?”

“No, I’m staying at The Heathman.” And my wild-goose chase has paid off.

“How did you find me?”

“I tracked your cell phone, Y/N.” I head toward the car. I want to drive her home. “Do you have a jacket or a purse?”

“Er…yes, I came with both. Christian, please, I need to tell Bella. She’ll worry.”

I stop and bite my tongue. Clark wasn’t worried about her being out here with the overamorous photographer. Rodriguez. That’s his name. What kind of friend is she? The lights from the bar illuminate her anxious face.

As much as it pains me, I put her down and agree to take her inside. Holding hands, we walk back into the bar, stopping at Bella’s table. One of the young men is still sitting there, looking annoyed and abandoned.

“Where’s Bella?” Y/N shouts above the noise.

“Dancing,” the guy says, his dark eyes staring at the dance floor. She collects her leather black coat and purse and, reaching out, she unexpectedly clutches my arm.

I freeze.

Shit.

My heart rate catapults into overdrive as the darkness surfaces, stretching and tightening its claws around my throat.

“She’s on the dance floor,” she shouts, her words tickling my ear, distracting me from my fear. And suddenly the darkness disappears and the pounding in my heart ceases.

What?

I roll my eyes to hide my confusion and take her to the bar, order a large glass of water, and pass it to her.

“Drink.”

Eyeing me over the glass, she takes a tentative sip.

“All of it,” I command. I’m hoping this will be enough damage control to avoid one hell of a hangover tomorrow.

What might have happened to her if I hadn’t intervened? My mood sinks.

And I think of what just happened to me. Her touch. My reaction.

My mood plummets further.

Y/N sways a little as she’s drinking, so I steady her with a hand on her shoulder. I like the connection—me touching her.

She finishes her drink, and retrieving the glass, I place it on the bar. Okay. She wants to talk to her so-called friend. I survey the crowded dance floor, uneasy at the thought of all those bodies pressing in on me as we fight our way through.

Steeling myself, I grab her hand and lead her toward the dance floor. She hesitates, but if she wants to talk to her friend, there’s only one way; she’s going to have to dance with me. Once Elliot gets his groove on, there’s no stopping him; so much for his quiet night in.

With a tug, she’s in my arms.

This I can handle. When I know she’s going to touch me, it’s okay. I can deal, especially since I’m wearing my jacket. I weave us through the crowd to where Elliot and Bella are making a spectacle of themselves.

Still dancing, Elliot leans toward me in mid-strut when we’re beside him and sizes us up with a look of incredulity.

“I’m taking Y/N home. Tell Bella,” I shout in his ear.

He nods and pulls Clark into his arms.

Right. Let me take Miss Drunk Bookworm home, but for some reason she seems reluctant to go. She’s watching Clark with concern. When we’re off the dance floor she looks back at Bella, then at me, swaying and a little dazed.

“Fuck—” By some miracle I catch her as she passes out in the middle of the bar. I’m tempted to haul her over my shoulder, but we’d be too conspicuous, so I pick her up once more, cradling her against my chest, and take her outside to the car.

“Christ,” I mutter as I fish the key out of my jeans and hold her at the same time. Amazingly, I manage to get her into the front seat and strap her in.

“Y/N.” I give her a little shake, because she’s worryingly quiet. “Y/N!”

She mumbles something incoherent and I know she’s still conscious. I know I should take her home, but it’s a long drive to Vancouver, and I don’t know if she’ll be sick again. I don’t relish the idea of my Audi reeking of vomit. The smell emanating from her clothes is already noticeable.

I head to The Heathman, telling myself that I’m doing this for her sake.

Yeah, tell yourself that, Grey.

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She sleeps in my arms as we travel up in the elevator from the garage. I need to get her out of her skirt and her shoes. The stale stench of vomit pervades the space. I’d really like to give her a bath, but that would be stepping beyond the bounds of propriety.

And this isn’t?

In my suite, I drop her purse on the sofa, then carry her into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed. She mumbles once more but doesn’t wake. Briskly I remove her shoes and put them in the plastic laundry bag provided by the hotel. Then I unzip her skirt and pull it off stuffing the piece of clothing in the laundry bag.

She falls back on the bed, splayed out like a starfish, all pale arms and legs, and for a moment I picture those legs wrapped around my waist as her wrists are bound to my Saint Andrew’s cross.

I sit her up and she opens her eyes. “Hello, Y/N,” I whisper, as I remove her jacket slowly and without her cooperation.

“Grey. Kiss,” she mutters.

“Yes, sweetheart.” I ease her down onto the bed. She closes her eyes again and rolls onto her side, but this time huddles into a ball, looking small and vulnerable. I pull the covers over her and plant a kiss in her hair.

Now that her filthy clothes have gone, a trace of her scent has reappeared. Apples, fall, fresh, delicious…Y/N. Her lips are parted, eyelashes fanning out over pale cheeks, and her skin looks flawless. One more touch is all I allow myself as I stroke her cheek with the back of my index finger.

“Sleep well,” I murmur, and then head into the living room to complete the laundry list. When it’s done, I place the offending bag outside my suite so the contents will be collected and laundered.

Before I check my e-mails I text Welch, asking him to see if José Rodriguez has any police records. I’m curious. I want to know if he preys on drunk young women. Then I address the issue of clothes for Miss Y/L/N: I send a quick e-mail to Taylor.

•••

From: Christian Grey

RE: Miss Anastasia Steele

Date: May 20, 2023 23:46

To: J B Taylor.

——

Can you please find the following items for Miss Steele and have them delivered to my usual room before 10:00.

Skirt: Black Size 4

Shirt: White. Pretty. Size 4

Boots: Black Size 7

Socks: Size 7

Lingerie: Underwear—Size Small. Bra—Estimate 36C

Thank you.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

•••

Once it’s disappeared from my outbox, I text Elliot.

Y/N is with me. If you’re still with Bella, tell her.

He texts by return.

Will do. Hope you get laid. You soooo need it. ;)

His response makes me snort.

I so do, Elliot. I so do.

I open my work e-mail and begin to read.

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Nearly two hours later, I come to bed. It’s just after 1:45. She’s fast asleep and hasn’t moved from where I left her. I strip, pull on my pajama pants and a T-shirt, and climb in beside her. She’s comatose; it’s unlikely she’s going to thrash around and touch me.

I hesitate for a moment as the darkness swells within me, but it doesn’t surface and I know it’s because I’m watching the hypnotic rise and fall of her chest and I’m breathing in sync with her.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. For seconds, minutes, hours, I don’t know, I watch her. And while she sleeps I survey every beautiful inch of her lovely face. Her dark lashes fluttering while she sleeps, her lips slightly parted so I glimpse her even white teeth.

She mutters something unintelligible and her tongue darts out and licks her lips. It’s arousing, very arousing. Finally I fall into a deep and dreamless slumber.

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Dancers attending P21 Intensive

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Olivia Elise Victoria Nikolovva

AM Dance

Aurora Monroe

Ale Mancillas Dance Studio

Balbina Cueva

Allegro Performing Arts Academy

Arina Bryzgunova Bella Verbera-Hernandez

Aspirations Dance Company

Lola Nelms

Avanti Dance Company

Hayden Goren Eva Graziano Mia Menji Kaylee Randeniya Rosie Zahoul Sans Blair Tennant

Capitol Dance Company

Malia ?

Center Stage Performing Arts

Tommie Milazzo

Club Dance Studio

Brooklyn Besch Emma Kleve Claire Pistor

Dance Alliance of Camarillo

Shiloh Lark Farrah ?

Dance Dimensions Performic Arts Center

Victoria Safahi Serena Wilcox

DanceDynamicsLV

Lyla Haider

Dance Collective DC

Janelle Liu

Dance Edge Studios

Antonia Zanin

Dance Magic Performic Company

Savannah Lee

Dance Makers of Atlanta

Nola Paulina

Danceology

Ella Bustillos Hudson Hensley Ella Nani Knight Ella Koehnen Soleil Lynch Aria McCrea Cheyenne Ringerman Sydney Swinehart

Dance Republic

Graisyn Clare

Dansé Escuela de Danza

Alexa Ahumada Marielisa Portillo Isabella Trabucco

DC Dance Factory

Pay Lynch

Dolce Dance Studio

Brixtyn Cappo

École de dance Louise

Léonie Macorig

Edge Studios

Sienna ? Aria Giusti

Encore ELite

Leona Zariel

Epic Motion Dance Studio

Maria Sofia Rodríguez Mia Sofia Covarrubias Tinoco

Essence of Dance

Ava Killam Makena Killam Briar ?

Eternal Dance Company

Maddie Kronenberg

Evoke Dance Movement

Emmy Claire

Evolution Dance

Scarlett O'Neil

Evolve Dance Center

Maria Belen Salido

Evolve Dance Centre

Izabella Modarresi

Excel Performing Arts

Emma Sheff

Fusion Dance Omaha

Gigi Murray

Glass House Dance

Eden Cui

Groove Studios WA

Kaiden Koths Abby Mae

Hart Academy of Dance

Lydon Thach

Havilah Dance Company

Caitlyn Marie Malea Jade Moore

Inferno Dance Co

Maizie Smith

Instyle Dance Company

Jacilynn Mar

Janet Dunstans Dance Academy

Adeline Glenn

K2 Studios

Neriah Karmann Lennon Reign Jessica Sutton

Larkin Dance Studio

Matinly Conrad Palmer Petier

Legacy Dance Productions

Sophie Boonstra Paisley Clarke

Legacy Studio of Performing Arts

Brynne Smith

McKinley School of Dance

Teodora Narancic

Murrieta Dance Project

Khloe Cabrera Gracie Gilroy

N10 Dance Studio

Claire Avonne Kingston Madison Ng

No Limits Dance Academy

Ayanna Voulgaris

Nor Cal Dance Arts

Aria Davi Aubrey Paz Olyvia Reza

North Calgary Dance Centre

Ellie Blakley Georgia Blakley

OCPAA

Libby Haye

Onstage Dance Center - Los Alamitos

Adalyn Nicole

Pave San Diego

Eleanor Bullock Aryanna La Fontaine Cooper

Pave School of the Arts

Sofia Cuevas Stella Fisk Livi Matson

Perception Dance

Mabel James

Project 21

Ellie Anbarden Olivia Armstrong Lilly Barajas Sienna Carlston Kami Couch Katie Couch Kenzie Couch Airi Dela Cruz Stella Eberts Gracyn French Regan Gerena Richie Granese Mady Kim Brooklyn Ladia Leilani Lawlor Chloe Mirabel Savanna Musman Madelyn Nasu Avery Reyes Berkeley Scifres Bristyn Scifres Sara Von Rotz Leighton Werner

Project 520 Dance Studio

Adelynn ? Karli Heim Sasha Muratalieva

Queen City Dance

Annabel Speck

Seattle Storm Dance Troupe

Claire Clark

Shooting Stars Dance Studio

Karsyn Hernandez Malani Maliya

Stars Dance Studio

Hannah Burak Catherine Clayton Fabiana Pierleoni Elie Rabin

Starstruck Performing Arts Center KS

Kinley Winn

Steps Dance Center

Emmie Pitt

Studio Fusion

Harley Gross Juliet Anne Wydo

The Collaborative

Addison Cullather

The Company Space

Piper Perusse Stella Marcordes Vivian Marcordes

TheCREW

Isabella Tamayo

The Dance Collective DC

Eva Rogachevsky Quincy Thomas

The Dance Collective MD

Lyla Urban

The Dance Company of Los Gatos

Scarlett Blu Chloe Rose

The Vision Dance Alliance

Emily Polis

Utah Ballet Festival

Ruby Taylor

West Coast Dance Complex

Mila Barnett

Xtreme Dance Studio

Jocelyn Longroy

YYC Dance Project

Kinsley Oykhman

[hannahhook7744]

Descendants Background Characters Names (Redone) Part 1;

Judy the guidance counselor.

Nessie, daughter of Marlon (Ariel's cousin).

Elle Athanasiou of Tirulia, Eric and Ariel's adoptive daughter.

Christopher 'Topher' Thompson, great nephew of Smee.

Hershel Fenner, son of Harvey Fenner.

Tsunami, niece of Ariel.

Cascade daughter of Ariel's friend, Coral.

Beryl, daughter of Attina.

Harmony, youngest daughter of Ariel.

Jamilah, daughter of Jasmine and Aladdin ( @cleverqueencommander 's oc).

Hilda Bjorgman, daughter of Kristoff Bjorgman and Anna.

Jacoba/Coba, daughter of Bernadette.

Nora Nattura, daughter of Honerymaren and Elsa.

Catharina/Cato Bones, daughter of Katrina and Brom Bones.

Addy Colyar, is the daughter of Buford (from Princess and the Frog).

Demurra Foxworth, daughter of Nibs and Jenny Foxworth.

Sappy the tall Dwarf, Coach Jenkins's husband.

Coach Reese Jenkins.

Girls in the back:

Chi Fu's daughter, Min.

Roger and Anita's daughter, Amy.

Chien-po and Su's daughter, Chao.

Girls in the front:

Jehan Frollo's daughter, Jeanette Frollo.

Prince Lars Westergaard and Charlotte La Bouf's daughter, Princess Carolina Westergaard la Bouf of the Southern Isles.

Ling and Ting-Ting's daughter, Tyra.

First girl is Naveen and Tiana's daughter, Nina. Twin of Tyrone. @cleverqueenchild 's oc.

Girl behind Chad is Chi-fu's daughter, Min.

Girl behind Doug is Prince Lars Westergaard and Charlotte La Bouf's daughter, Princess Aloisia Westergaard la Bouf of the Southern Isles.

Guy behind Doug is Prince Lars Westergaard and Charlotte La Bouf's son, Prince Brendan Westergaard La Bouf of the Southern Isles.

Guy next to Doug is Naveen and Tiana's son, Tyrone. Twin of Nina.

Girl behind Audrey is Ling and Ting-Ting's daughter, Lian.

Demurra Foxworth is the daughter of Nibs (From Peter Pan) and Jenny Foxworth (Oliver & Company).

Princess Aloisia Westergaard-La Bouf is the daughter of Lars Westergaard (Prince Hans' brother) and Charlotte La Bouf (from Princess and the Frog).

*Chow is the daughter of the Matchmaker (from Mulan).

Becca Colyar is the daughter of Buford (from Princess and the Frog).

Princess Reyna Olympian-Westergaard is the daughter of Alana Olympian (Ariel's sister) and Maximilian Westergaard (Hans' brother).

Princess Shi is the daughter of Prince Jeeki.

(I only named the ones who faces you can kind of see).

Sheldon is the son of Mole.

Ronan is the son of Maudie (Brave).

Zoey Marquez-Madrigal is the daughter of Isabella Madrigal and Bubo Marquez.

Inaya is the daughter of Prince Achmed.

Mary-Grace is the daughter of Vladimir.

Mary-Ellen is the daughter of Phil.

Macarla is the daughter of Megara and Hercules.

Ronnie is the son of Phlegmenkoff.

Kaiyah is the daughter of Raya.

Kaida is the daughter of Raya.

Cesar is the son of Malina and Kuzco.

Spencer is the son of Mole.

Sawyer is the son of Mole.

Shen is the son of Mole.

Tanya is the daughter of Colette Tatou and Alfredo Linguini Gusteau.

Braxton is the son of Joshua Sweets.

Robbie is the son of Audrey Ramirez.

Gabe is the son of Vinny.

Fatima is the daughter of Kida and Milo.

Agatha is the daughter of Vidia.

Zara is the daughter of Maui.

Topher Thompson is the Great Nephew of Smee.

Cassius 'Cash' Clayton, son of William Clayton.

Shan Deja, daughter of Shan Yu.

Gemma LeGume, daughter of Gaston LeGume and the Enchantress.

Raymonda Snoops, daughter of Madame Medusa and Mr. Melvin Snoops (who is under Harriet's care).

Kathleen 'Cat' Bimbette, daughter of Claudette Bimbette.

Top Row:

Claire Bimbette, daughter of Claudette Bimbette.

Domonic Salt, son of Damien Salt.

2nd Row:

Everton 'Evie/Ev' Montgomery, son of Susan Montgomery (A Corrupt Mayor). Not to be confused with Wilson 'Will' Clayton, son of William Clayton, who looks and dresses similar.

Chantelle and Imani; they are the children of petty criminals.

3rd Row:

Hassan, bio son of Mozenrath and Sadira, and adopted brother of Reza.

Axel Huntsman, son of the huntsman.

Lamar, son of one of the Jolly Roger's Crew.

Last Row:

Alya and Omar, adopted children of Mozenrath and Sadira, and adopted siblings of Reza.

Top Row:

Henry McLeach, son of Percival McLeach.

Edith Olympian, daughter of Eris.

Mako, son of Sharky.

Middle Row:

Nova, orphan girl under Harriet's care.

Lin, Su, and Fen; daughters of the Huns.

Sean, son of the Sheriff of Nottingham.

Anais, orphan under Harriet's care.

Last Row:

Wolfrick Wolfe, son of Big Bad Wolf and enemy of Harriet Hook.

Jia, orphaned daughter of one of the Huns.

Top Row:

Raven Bog, daughter of Chernabog and enemy of Harriet Hook.

Na’vi, orphan boy under Harriet's care.

Middle Row:

Kingsley King, son of the Horned king and enemy of Harriet Hook.

Queenie Bog, daughter of Chernabog and enemy of Harriet Hook.

Last Row:

Holiday 'Holly' Sinclair, daughter of Helga Sinclair.

Donnie Salt, son of Damien Salt.

Rory Ratcliffe, son of Governor Ratcliffe.

Top Row:

'Mark' and 'Misha' Mullins, twin sons of Mullins from Hook’s crew and member of Uma’s crew.

Steward Starkey, son of Mr. Starkey from Hook's crew.

Middle Row:

Annalise, orphan girl who is Rachel's bestie.

Rachel Ratcliffe, daughter of Governor Ratcliffe.

Last Row:

Brigitta, Annalisa’s sister.

Alvar, son of Vor.

Raina, daughter of Prisma.

Aj Slade, daughter of Amos Slade.

Wilson 'Will' Clayton, son of William Clayton.

Magnus, son of King Magnifico.

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More will be added later as I come up with them, as will ages.

Feel free to suggest ages for any of the characters or potential parents.

Thanks for the help @casinotrio1965 .

[cspasfan15]

TDA Orlando Predictions

Mini female

Top 20: navy Forrest, Elizabeth pugach, Amaya Rodriguez, Ella venerio, mila simunic, tinsley Wallace, Lainey Hess, Elliana macioce, Harper schwalb, Emma semtak, Reese braga, Marley Evans

Top 10: remi hilson, Antonia demartinis, Mikaela florez, leighton white, Amelia burres, lyric Simmons, Zoe ynguanzo

Top 3: Avery Altobelli, Sylvie win Szyndlar, Aliya yen, sienna dipietro

Mini Male

Top 3: jay ramos-Rivera, Rory Ross, Hudson Matthew’s, Isaiah santos

Junior Female

Top 20: Kendall brown, cydnee Abbott, Reagan Hess, Bianca rebellto, Elsie sandall, lily hackney, Estelle newsom, Leilani lawlor, Sara von rotz, Regan gerena

Top 10: olivia rose toneguzzo, madeleine shen, keringtyn spencer, ruby Arnold,Samantha geller, Berkeley scifres, Isabella zhong, Camila giraldo

Top 3: Helena olaerts, Anita Rodriguez, amabella tarrago, bristyn scifres

Junior male

Top 3: Gabriel gebara, Dylan Custodio, Josh Lundy, neo del corral

Teen Female

Top 20: ava d’ambrosio, miyah lagrant, Bella Rey d’armas, Jaya campagna Terrell, lekha rajkumar, savy luechtefeld, balbina cueva toussaint, joli du quenne, Brooklyn ladia, Stella eberts, Lilly Barajas

Top 10: desa jankes, Leila winker, braylynn grizzaffi, Hudson benayon, Hayley marshall, elie rabin

Top 3: Kylee casares, Bella rose Penrose, gracyn French, Giselle gandarilla

Teen Male

Top 20: Odin Baldwin, Nolan brinker, jack mckenzie, Holden griffin, nick d’ambrosio, Jayden hui, iain Cooke, jack Moore brown, Zolan laird

Top 10: Ryan Newman, Duane Ferguson, Sasha chernous, Anthony labritz, cam Williams, Angelo Durante, Jonathan archer

Top 3: Kylan wright, Blake metcalf, Kaden brown, garret sawyer

Senior female

Top 20: Elyse wingertsahn, Brooklyn law, Isabella bolivar Lopez, Ava Carroll, victoria reith, Gillian Gordon, Ellen grace olansen, sammi Chung

Top 10: preslie rosamond, sienna morris, Catherine Clayton, Savannah manning, Angel dimartino Palladio, Arianna quant, Lexi Blanchard, Ashley choy,

Top 3: Tatiana hagee, Sophie Garcia, dyllan Blackburn, sierra drayton

Senior male

Top 20: Patricio hoyo, Damian caraballo, Jayden lau, tyreke holt, Seth hendley, Anthony dessables, Alejandro Ruiz, Darius Goodson, Keaton Evans, Devon barner

Top 10: chance Phelps, skai llorente, cynsear epting, joshuah Rivera, Mekhi Johnson, Hugo Silva, Kaden Golding, Tristan gerzon, Jesse flaherty

Top 3: Nicholas bustos, Jackson roloff hafenbreadl, Sam Evans

[applbottmjeens]

Sgt. Annabelle "Gremlin" Pham

AKA: Annie (Graves), Belle, Kit, Grem, "GET THIS THING OFF OF ME!", "Little Monster" (Graves)

Blood type: O Positive

Age:

23 (Modern Warfare, 2019),

26 (Modern Warefare 2, 2022),

27 (Present, Modern Warfare 3, 2023)

Height: 4'11

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Asian/Pacific Islander (Vietnamese + Filipino)

Languages Spoken: English, Tagalog, Vietnamese, Chinese, Spanish

Religion: Catholic

Marital Status: Single (MW1-2), Complicated (MW3)

Faceclaim: Janella Salvador

Family:

Isabella Reyes - Maternal grandmother (deceased)

Cpt. Francisco "Capitan Kiko" Delgado - Paternal grandfather (deceased)

Phạm Ngọc Anh - Paternal grandmother (alive)

Phạm Vinh Trường / Thomas Pham - Father (alive)

Phạm Vũ / David Pham - Uncle (alive)

Maria Soledad Pham née Delgado - Mother (alive)

Ryan Joseph "RJ" Pham - brother (alive)

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CHILDREN (non canon)

Spc. Sylas Thomas "Tommy" Pham/ Phạm Teo Sỹ / "SAINT"/ (ACES AU)

Phillip Fernando Graves II / "Junior" / Ace (ACES AU)

Affiliates:

TASKFORCE 141:

BRAVO 0-6 / Cpt. John Price

WATCHER-1 / Kate Laswell

BRAVO 0-7 / Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley

BRAVO 7-1 / Sgt. John "Soap" MacTavish

BRAVO 2-6 / Sgt. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

ECHO 0-1 /Lt. Isobel "Medusa" Williams (@gipsyavnger)

ECHO 1-1 / Sgt. Maj. Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton (@revnah1406)

2ND COMMANDO REGIMENT : (@kaitaiga)

Alyssa "Aly" Martinez (@alypink)

TANGO 0-1 / Cpt. Lachlan Jones

LOS VAQUEROS:

TANGO 2-1 / Sgt. Damien Whitlock (what're YOU doing here?!)

Col. Alejandro Vargas, Sgt. Maj. Rodolfo Parra, Jesus "Chuy" Ordaz

SHADOW COMPANY (QUEEN OF HEARTS AU + MW3):

Comd. Phillip Graves, Ms Sgt. Shane Sparks (formerly), Rozlin "Rose" Helms (formerly). Velikan, SO. Marcus "Lerch" Ortega

Annabelle Pham was born in San Jose, California and raised in an Asian immigrant household in South San Francisco. Growing up working class, her parents encouraged her to pursue her education while also helping raise her sickly younger brother, RJ. Playing softball and being a bit of a rebel, despite her shortcomings, Annabelle had the opportunity to attend an Ivy league college on a partial scholarship, which she rejected after her father's restaurant was vandalized and robbed.

Rather than use the money for school, she pushed her family to use it to repair their restaurant. Annabelle would choose to attend a 2 year college in a CTE program since it was more affordable, working part time in her family's restaurant while she searched for new employment.

While job searching, she became curious about the recruiters office in her neighborhood, and next thing she knew, she was in the army (much to her mother and father's disappointment.)

At some point, then Private Annabelle "Kit" Pham would meet CIA Station Chief Kate Laswell while fighting alongside SAC/SOG officer Alex Keller. Impressed by the young woman's resolve and improvisation, Laswell would choose Anna as one of the three women she'd first suggest to join Taskforce 141 to John Price.

While hiding from enemy forces who'd kidnapped her in a foreign city, Annabelle's quick thinking kept her alive while her teammates were delayed on their rescue.

Anna got her callsign "Gremlin" from her unpredictable and unhinged behavior thanks to her fellow Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick. Hiding in walls, crawling in vents and ambushing enemies easily thanks to her small stature and the old fashioned element of surprise.

Smart, resourceful and good with her hands, she's a loyal friend and a cautious person whose instincts are good if they aren't clouded by her own feelings. Anna is a hopeless romantic who wears her heart on her sleeve, which can be a good and a bad thing...Especially when a certain Commander seeks to exploit it.

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TDA Orlando Predictions

Mini Female

Winner: Sylvie Win Szyndlar (Club)

Top 3/4: Aliya Yen (P21), Sienna DiPietro (The NINE ), Avery Altobelli (Epic Dance Complex)

Top 10:

Amelia Burres (3' N Motion Dance Studio)

Amaya Rodriguez (Dance Unlimited)

Mila Simunic (Legacy Dance Studio)

Elizabeth Pugach (Elite Danceworx)

Tinsley Wallace (Renner Dance Company)

Navy Forrest (Club)

Harper Schwalb (Club)

Mikaela Florez (Stars)

Leighton White (South Tulsa)

Top 20:

Reese Braga (Stars)

Ellianna Buck (CDC)

Remi Hilson (Starstruck Performing Arts Center)

Valentina Cancellara (Vlad's)

Alexis Yu (Vlad's)

Lainey Hess (West Florida Dance Company)

Cece Chung (P21)

Charlotte Watters (SpotLite Dance Studio)

Lyric Simmons (South Tulsa)

Junior Female

Winner: Regan Genera (P21)

Top 3/4: Anita Rodriguez (Stars), Bristyn Scifres (P21), Amabella Tarrago (Stars)

Top 10:

Ashley Otano (Stars)

Camila Giraldo (Stars)

Amabella Tarrago (Stars)

Helena Olaerts (Mather)

Berkeley Scifres (P21)

Sara Von Rotz (P21)

Isabella Zhong (Vlad's)

Elsie Sandall (Club)

Madeleine Shen (Northpointe)

Rylie Borden (Dance Unlimted)

Dakota Casteel (Spotlight)

Top 20:

Leiliani Lawlor (P21)

Kendyl Miller (club)

Keringtyn Spencer (Denise Wall)

Cydnee Abbott (CDC)

Bianca Rebellato (Vlad's)

Skye Harrell (Mather)

Reagan Hess (West Florida)

Malia Gazda (Dance Enthusiasm)

Francesca DeMartinis (Loperfido Dance Academy)

Kendall Brown (South Tulsa)

Teen Female

Winner: Gracyn French (P21)

Top 3/4: Kylee Casares (Stars), Bella Rose Penrose (Evolve), Hudson Benayon (Elite Danceworx)

Top 10:

Giselle Gandarilla (Stars)

Bella Rey D'Armas (Stars)

Hayley Marshall (True Dance and Company)

Lekha Rajkumar (Elite Danceworx)

Savy Luechtefeld (Carolina Collective Dance)

Leila Winker (Millennium Dance Complex - Nashville)

Desa Jankes (West Florida Dance Company )

Miyah LaGrant (CCJ Conservatory)

Stella Eberts (P21)

Brooklyn Ladia (P21)

Top 20:

Makaylyn Lewis (Northpointe)

Shayla Blair (Studio 412)

Ava D'Ambrosio (Westchester)

Jazmine Raine Werner (Dance Enthusiasm)

Kynlee Schultheis (South Tulsa)

Haileigh Brennan (Impact)

Elizabeth Bilecki (Impact)

Malaya DiMonte (Art&Soul)

Onna Williams (Evolve)

Senior Female

Winner: Sierra Drayton (Elite Danceworx)

Top 3/4: Sophie Garcia (Stars), Angel DiMartino Palladino (Vlad's), Dyllan Blackburn (Mather)

Top 10:

Catherine Clayton (Stars)

Arianna Quant (Stars)

Brooklyn Law (Elite Danceworx)

Kennedy Clouse (Elite Danceworx)

Tatiana Hagee (Evolve)

Ashley Choy (Art & Soul)

Sammi Chung (P21)

Lexi Blanchard (P21)

Top 20:

Savannah Manning (CCJ)

Isabel Joves (Impact)

Preslie Rosamond (Studio 413)

Elyse Wingertsahn (Evolve)

Kaitlyn Ortega (Mather)

[he11swinter]

Very basic! But what do you think the ghosts' favourite foods were when they were alive?

Billy: He liked a lot of snack foods, y’know? Chips, candy, boxed cereals with prizes in them… He’d often pick these things over his mother’s home cooking, which drove her crazy!

Jimmy: Jimmy never had a lot of time. He always had to be on the tracks or the casino making a bet, but would grab some finger food when he got a minute to spare—devilled eggs, sandwiches, salted nuts, cakes…

Susan: I’d say she was pretty fond of fruits. But also, everything she ate would be aesthetic as possible.

Jean: Whatever the average mom eats, so like…home baking? Spaghetti and meatballs? Casserole?

Royce: Royce went out for fast food a lot with his buddies, so burgers, fries…and maybe a milkshake!

Dana: She likely didn’t have a great relationship with food.

Margaret: She’d try to make a healthy example for her son, but she secretly loved candy!

Harold: He loved guacamole baby food so much that he’d throw it up and eat it again! He liked all the circus foods they had around, but his mommy didn’t want her widdle baby eating too unhealthily. 🙁

Isabella: I dunno, stale bread?

George: Anything his wife made for him after a long day of work, but I imagine steak was a favourite!

Ryan: Please just feed the guy—he’s not picky. He’ll usually scarf it all down without even tasting it, so just nothing too hot. 😅

Horace: Something inside me is screaming mostly “TV dinners” but he’s a big guy, and those microwave meals give you hardly anything. Maybe he eats 15 of them? 😵‍💫 I don’t think he puts much thought or care into his diet, but reserves only the best for his rotties!

I enjoyed this ask so much, hehe! I hope you did too, but now I’m hungry…

[randomestfandoms]

Descendants Fan Cast

I’m not recasting anyone from canon, just live action casting for Wicked World & Isle Of The Lost characters!  If I’ve forgotten anyone, or if there’s any interest in parent-casting, lmk because I had a lot of fun doing this!  Special shoutout to @humaudrey​ for helping me decide between a couple of options!

Feel free to use any of these ideas if they help you!  I’d appreciate credit but it’s not really necessary, but if you do use them please tag me or send me a link so that I can see what other people come up with!

I have my own collection of descendants characters ( part 1 / part 2 ) so some of my castings were based around my own collection of descendants kids (not reusing faces I used for mine & wanting them to work as siblings to some I’ve made) but without further ado, here we go!

Anthony Tremaine; son of Anastasia Tremaine ( Ross Butler )

CJ Hook; daughter of Captain Hook ( Madison Iseman )

Clay Clayton; son of Clayton ( Froy Gutierrez )

Diego De Vil; nephew to Cruella De Vil ( Justice Smith )

Freddie Facilier; daughter of Dr Facilier ( Letitia Wright )

Gaston “Trois” Legume the Third; son of Gaston ( Rudy Pankow )

Gaston Legume Junior; son of Gaston ( Joe Keery )

Ginny Gothel; daughter of Mother Gothel ( Alexa Demie )

Hadie; son of Hades ( Asher Angel )

Harold "Harry" Badun; son of Horace ( Aria Shahghasemi )

Harriet Hook; daughter of Captain Hook ( Samara Weaving )

Jade; niece to Jafar ( Fivel Stewart )

Jason "Jace" Badun; son of Jasper ( Diego Tinoco )

Jordan; daughter of the Genie ( Maitreyi Ramakrishnan )

Mad Maddy; granddaughter of Mad Madame Mim ( Peyton List )

Rick Ratcliffe; son of Governor Ratcliffe ( Noah Schnapp )

Ruby Fitzherbert; daughter of Rapunzel & Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert ( Sydney Sweeney )

Yzla; daughter of Yzma ( Isabella Gomez )

Zevon; son of Yzma ( Alberto Rosende )

[californiahq-archived]

Hello! I am very interested in joining, but would like to know if there are any faceclaims you all would really like to see join the rp? There are just so many great faces that I wanted to ask before sending in an application. Thank you!

hi, thank you for your interest! here are some fcs that came to mind! mason gooding, harris dickinson, pedro pascal, oscar isaac, manny montana, rudy pankow, jonathan daviss, andrew garfield, lorenzo zurzolo, arón piper, manny jacinto, evan mock, aaron tveit, thomas doherty, archie renaux, brenton thwaites, casey deidrick, avan jogia, maxence danet fauvel, logan lerman, keith powers, raymond ablack, rahul kohli, andy samberg, joseph quinn, xolo maridueña, tanner buchanan, clayton cardenas, mario casas, bill skarsgard, zethpan smith gneist, bradley cooper, joseph morgan, alberto rosende, emilio sakraya, tom holland, manu rios, luke grimes, kedar williams stirling, regé jean page, andré lamoglia, henry zaga, chay suede, elias kacavas, josh heuston, nico tortorella, felix mallard, jamie dornan, chris wood, justice smith, luka sabbat, alex fitzalan, jeff satur, herman tømmeraas, carloto cotta, ander puig, froy gutierrez, charles michael davis, george sear, darren barnet, jon bernthal, ben barnes, anthony ramos, corey mylchreest, anthony keyvan, sinqua walls, cody christian, eddie redmayne, jaehyun, hugh dancy, michael evans behling, elliot fletcher, emre bey, joe keery, chance perdomo, ross lynch, gavin leatherwood, richard madden, alex aiono, shiloh fernandez, chris evans, chris wood, jacob elordi, danny ramirez, drew starkey, havana rose liu, davika hoorne, lalisa, lulu antariksa, christina hendricks, zion moreno, jennie kim, danielle rose russell, kaylee bryant, anya chalotra, simone ashley, charithra chandran, maia mitchell, cierra ramirez, melissa barrera, hailee steinfeld, diane guerrero, stephanie beatriz, melissa fumero, greta onieogou, maia reficco, alisha boe, paris berelc, camila mendes, bruna marquezine, camila queiroz, anne hathaway, lauren tsai, rachel hilson, inbar lavi, lesley ann brandt, giorgia whigham, antonia gentry, katie douglas, melisa asli pamuk, margot robbie, jenna coleman, halston sage, chelsea clark, brianne howey, cindy kimberly, chloe bennet, halle bailey, sara waisglass, jessica alexander, christian serratos, phoebe tonkin, claire holt, isabella gomez, courtney eaton, madelyn cline, madison bailey, abigail cowen, jessie mei li, blu hunt, auli’i cravalho, anya taylor joy, annie murphy, mila kunis, simary barlas, mimi keene, aimee lou wood, emma mackey, samantha logan, natalia dyer, megan suri, maya hawke, coco jones, jasmine tookes, ana de armas, chase sui wonders, priscilla quintana, maris rascal, keke palmer, angelique boyer, rachel sennott, benedetta porcaroli, valentina zenere, ludovica martino, joey king, fivel stewart, adeline rudolph, natasha liu bordizzo – hope these help!

[sixbillicnsouls]

my "i can do it with a broken heart" muses

viserra t.argaryen

kate sanders

aurora lumineux-delacour

claudette duval

louis weasley

caroline la bouff

isabella parigi

clay clayton

all my bri.ar u/off cam.pus girls