#kit calloway

[silverseaming]

Summer drifts in on a warm wind, the heat climbing so subtly at first that it was hard to notice. By the middle of the harvest, though, the rays beat down with such intensity that man, beast and flower wilt beneath them. Only the wheat is uncowed, tall and golden as a sticky breeze runs ripples through the fields. It’s almost bearable in the morning — beautiful, even — when the sun only peeks over the mountaintops, glazing the crops orange as the sunrise. The stalks are still heavy with dew, Chestnut’s feathering shining with the moisture.

At midday, however, it is decidedly not beautiful. Despite setting out at dawn and having the help of the Mellors and Gillis boys, the need to harvest while the dry weather lasts means Kit can’t avoid the worst of the heat. By now his shirt sticks to his back, calluses throbbing on his palms. Even the faithful Chestnut has abandoned him to amble down to the creek, not that he can blame her. Each pile of straw tossed increases his longing for the sweet relief of cool water. It’s hard work, yes, but it must be done. This harvest, just like their first harvest, cannot be allowed to fail. Not when he’s risked so much for this, not when they need this, need— well, not even only the money. The success, the small joy of all the crops being gathered in, a bounty in one area of their lives, when others have been painfully barren. And enough to buy a Johnson self-raking reaper, he thinks, as he fiddles with the latest knot of twine. At least then Chestnut would have to pull her weight, rather than leaving everything to Kit and his scythe.

Just when he can’t take any longer, sustenance arrives in the form of Meg and Daisy, laden with freshly baked bread, jams, lemonade, and all sorts of other delights. This little ritual has quickly become Kit’s favourite part of the day — not just because of the welcome meal they bring, but for the view of watching them walk over the field, the moment before Daisy’s sticky hands grab at his where they come close enough for him to see their smiles. It makes something tighten in his chest. Gratitude. Guilt. The two never seem too far apart these days. Looking at Daisy it’s easy to forget, simply lose himself in her innocent happiness. But there are moments of sadness he catches in Meg’s eyes that bring up a whole new guilt, the old crashing harder in its wake. It’s all for them. That’s what he tells himself. It’s better Meg doesn’t worry. Not now. “Thank you, love.” Kit says, pulling Meg a little closer. “It’s no trouble,” Meg smiles, “And this way Daisy gets to be out in the fields with Pa, without driving me to distraction.” “Well, you two are my saviours all the same.”

[blossomtrait]

kit calloway (he/him) | for @plumdale's galia

meet kit, chestnut ridge's most lovelorn cowboy...

rancher

gloomy

family-oriented

minimal cc (hair and skin details) / private download (if you want him, no worries if not!)

backstory (+ more pictures) under the cut!

ok y'all, i may have gotten a liiittle overexcited, but this is kit! i suck at writing character backstory but i have a lot of Thoughts about him so bear with me.

chestnut ridge born and raised

youngest of four brothers brought up on a farm by their father

growing up his family was pretty distant, so he's always yearned for a large, close family

he's very shy and quiet, but such a romantic

happiest working out on the land

he seems pretty intimidating when you first meet him, but once you get through the shyness he's a complete softy

this guy would do anything for someone he loves, even give it all up and move to the city

though there's no saying he won't regret it when he's done it

[automatictrashwolf]

Bells Hells art part 2

Official artwork by @agarthanguide

Bells Hells character art part 1

[pupsmailbox]

NEUTRAL LEANING MASC NAMES︰ abner.　 abram.　 adam.　 adrian.　 alex.　 alistair.　 andreas.　 ariel.　 arlen.　 arley.　 arlo.　 ash.　 atlas.　 auden.　 august.　 austin.　 avery.　 bailey.　 baron.　 barrett.　 baylor.　 beauden.　 bee.　 bellamy.　 bennett.　 blair.　 blaise.　 bowen.　 brayden.　 brendan.　 bronson.　 bryce.　 byron.　 caius.　 caleb.　 callahan.　 callan.　 calloway.　 callum.　 camden.　 cameron.　 carlin.　 carson.　 casey.　 cassian.　 chandler.　 chase.　 cody.　 cole.　 connolly.　 corban.　 corwin.　 cyrus.　 dallas.　 damion.　 damon.　 daniel.　 darius.　 davis.　 dawson.　 daylon.　 denver.　 desmond.　 devin.　 doran.　 dorian.　 drew.　 elian.　 elias.　 ellery.　 ellison.　 emery.　 ethan.　 evan.　 ezra.　 fallen.　 farren.　 finley.　 ford.　 foster.　 gabriel.　 gannon.　 garner.　 gavin.　 gentry.　 graham.　 greer.　 griffin.　 guthrie.　 harley.　 harlow.　 hartley.　 hayden.　 henley.　 henry.　 heron.　 hollis.　 hunter.　 ian.　 irving.　 isaiah.　 jace.　 james.　 jameson.　 jared.　 jeremiah.　 joel.　 jonah.　 joran.　 jordan.　 jory.　 josiah.　 jovian.　 jude.　 julian.　 juno.　 justus.　 kalen.　 kamden.　 kay.　 kayden.　 keaton.　 kellan.　 keller.　 kelly.　 kendon.　 kieran.　 kit.　 kylan.　 landry.　 lane.　 lennon.　 leslie.　 levi.　 leyton.　 liam.　 linden.　 lowell.　 luca.　 madden.　 marley.　 marlow.　 marshall.　 martin.　 mason.　 mathias.　 mercer.　 merritt.　 micah.　 miles.　 miller.　 milo.　 morgan.　 morrie.　 morrison.　 nate.　 nevin.　 nick.　 nicky.　 nico.　 nicolas.　 noah.　 noel.　 nolan.　 oren.　 orion.　 owen.　 parker.　 percy.　 perrin.　 peyton.　 pierce.　 porter.　 preston.　 quincy.　 quinn.　 reece.　 reid.　 reign.　 rein.　 remi.　 remington.　 renley.　 riley.　 river.　 robin.　 rollins.　 ronan.　 rory.　 rowan.　 russell.　 ryan.　 rylan.　 sam.　 samuel.　 sawyer.　 saylor.　 seth.　 shiloh.　 soren.　 spencer.　 stellan.　 sterling.　 talon.　 taylor.　 thaddeus.　 thane.　 theo.　 toni.　 tracy.　 tristan.　 tyrus.　 valor.　 warner.　 wells.　 wesley.　 whitten.　 william.　 willis.　 wylie.　

NEUTRAL LEANING FEM NAMES︰ abigaël.　 abilene.　 addison.　 adrian.　 ainsley.　 alexis.　 and.　 andrea.　 arden.　 aria.　 ashley.　 aspen.　 aubrey.　 autumn.　 avery.　 avian.　 ayla.　 bailey.　 beryl.　 blair.　 blaire.　 blake.　 briar.　 brooklyn.　 brooks.　 bryce.　 cameron.　 camille.　 casey.　 celeste.　 channing.　 charlie.　 chase.　 collins.　 cordelia.　 courtney.　 daisy.　 dakota.　 dana.　 darby.　 darcy.　 delaney.　 delilah.　 devin.　 dylan.　 eden.　 eisley.　 elia.　 ellerie.　 ellery.　 ellie.　 elliot.　 elliott.　 ellis.　 ellory.　 ember.　 emelin.　 emerson.　 emery.　 evelyn.　 ezra.　 fallon.　 finley.　 fiore.　 florence.　 floris.　 frances.　 greer.　 gwenaël.　 hadley.　 harley.　 harper.　 haven.　 hayden.　 heike.　 hollis.　 hunter.　 ivy.　 jade.　 jamie.　 jocelyn.　 jordan.　 jude.　 juno.　 kelly.　 kelsey.　 kendall.　 kennedy.　 koda.　 kyrie.　 lacey.　 lane.　 leighton.　 lennon.　 lennox.　 lesley.　 leslie.　 lilian.　 lindsay.　 loden.　 logan.　 lou.　 lyric.　 madison.　 mallory.　 marinell.　 marley.　 mckenzie.　 melody.　 mercede.　 meredith.　 mio.　 misha.　 monroe.　 montana.　 morgan.　 nico.　 nova.　 oakley.　 olympia.　 owen.　 page.　 palmer.　 parker.　 pat.　 paulie.　 perri.　 petyon.　 peyton.　 phoenix.　 piper.　 priscilla.　 quinn.　 raven.　 ray.　 reagan.　 reece.　 reese.　 remi.　 remy.　 riley.　 rio.　 river.　 robin.　 rory.　 rosario.　 rowan.　 ryan.　 rylie.　 sacha.　 sage.　 sam.　 sammy.　 santana.　 sasha.　 sawyer.　 saylor.　 severin.　 shannon.　 shelby.　 shiloh.　 skye.　 skylar.　 sloane.　 sol.　 soleil.　 sterling.　 stevie.　 sutton.　 swan.　 swann.　 sydney.　 tatum.　 taylo.　 taylor.　 tracey.　 valentine.　 vanya.　 vivendel.　 vivian.　 vivien.　 wren.　 wynn.　 yael.

[circus-clangen]

Regarding names: Which name has been your favorite to make… Or is it from a cat we haven’t met yet?

OHHH okay it’s from a cat we haven’t met yet…. But I’ll go ahead and spoil the name because it’s not TOO revealing.

My favorite name of a cat so far is Koko! The cat in question wasn’t originally a clan cat, hence the non-clan format name, but I named them after this guy

I’m a HUGEEEE fan of Cab Calloway and St. James Infirmary is one of my ALL time favorite songs. I simply HAD to name someone Koko and I love the name. I especially love the name for the cat I chose, and that specific cat even has kits with matching names 💖 but you’ll have to wait to get the reveal of those

There are some more traditional clan-format names I really enjoy too, but they would be spoilers unfortunately

[umlewis]

Lewis Hamilton On Dressing Up, Showing Up, and Making No Apologies

When I learned that The Met was celebrating the Black dandy, I was a bit blown away, to be honest. Black dandyism, the men who came before us—curator Monica L. Miller’s work and how she explains this history in the exhibition “Superfine: Tailoring Black Style”—it’s all so important to learn. What hit home hardest is how far back it goes, and that there are so many different ways to present as a man; you don’t have to be traditionally masculine. And Black men have always had to be more excellent than our white counterparts. I’ve seen that with my father and with me—we needed to be overachievers. That’s why this theme is just so important to me.

When I was growing up outside of London, there were no museums near me, there wasn’t much diversity, and there certainly wasn’t any exposure to fashion.

So I lived vicariously through magazines and music videos and films. The people I looked up to—it was Muhammad Ali, it was Michael Jordan, it was Eddie Murphy in Beverly Hills Cop wearing that cool leather jacket. And then a little bit later I started to learn about Cab Calloway, James Baldwin, Nelson Mandela, and André Leon Talley. I saw how their image was so important to them, and how they presented themselves through fashion.

At the same time, I was trying to understand how I wanted to present myself. As a teenager I didn’t have any money for clothes; my family and I spent it all on racing. So I would wash cars along my street for pocket money and go to the little thrift store in town and get the Tommy Hilfiger pieces that I saw in music videos. They gave me the confidence to show up and say, “This is who I am.”

Just before I got to Formula 1, I remember being looked up and down by a boss, and he definitely wasn’t impressed with what I was wearing. I was probably in FUBU and Timbs. I remember thinking, Shoot, I’ve really got to fit into this mold. And my dad expected me to fit into that mold too. Sometimes I would dress one way leaving the house, then drive down the road and change into a baggy, swagged-out look. I would go out and have the best night ever, then change back into what I left the house wearing before I came home.

When I first signed with F1 I was only allowed to wear suits and team kits, and it was horrible. I didn’t feel comfortable, and I didn’t feel like I was able to be myself.

Eventually, I had the courage to push beyond those boundaries and say, “Look, I want to turn up to the track in what I want to wear. I’m here now—you can’t get rid of me or change the way I dress.” The pushback was massive, but when the sport saw the impact of my little runway, other drivers started doing the same thing.

Of course, I always wanted to go to the Met Gala, and I got invited for the first time in 2015. It’s always been a privilege to attend, but in 2021, I no longer wanted to just be another person in the room. I was working with Law Roach, who is a dear friend, and I was like, “What if we created a table together where we invite a few up-and-coming Black designers, have them dress some guests, and we all show up together—so it’s about creating space and opportunity?” And also, I was going to buy the table myself. Of course, everyone looked great, but I felt like that night opened up a dialogue about amplifying underrepresented voices and talent.

Naturally, I hope this year’s Met Gala sparks conversation and reconfirms the connection between fashion and self-expression, and how deep it runs in Black culture. I hope it allows us to show that we have ownership of our identity and how we see ourselves and how we see one another, and how we use fashion to combat preconceived notions with humanity and dignity. If you think about where we are in the world—and particularly in the States, in terms of people pulling back on diversity—I think this Met Gala sends a really strong message that we must continue to celebrate and elevate Black history.

When I look at the images of Black men from the past—images like the ones in the exhibit—they were so stylish. My stylist, Eric McNeal, and I have been thinking about how I’m going to turn up at the Met Gala. We’re both very thoughtful and intentional when it comes to fashion, and I hope that everyone else attending is compelled to really research and think deeply about what they’re wearing. I also hope people take time to see the exhibit; the storytelling is amazing.

Timing is everything, and to have co-chaired a previous Met Gala wouldn’t have been as special. I’m really proud. (Also, I remember watching Pharrell as a kid and thinking, He’s so stylish and cool. It’s surreal for me to now be co-chairing with him.) The moment is going to be huge. A testament to our legacy. A message that it can’t be erased.

[zipzin]

Fake It 'til You Break It - Chapter 6: there is a fool here

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Critical Role Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Laudna/Imogen Temult Characters: Imogen Temult, Laudna, Ashton Greymoore, Fearne Calloway, Chetney Pock O'Pea, Orym Additional Tags: Crack, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Anxiety Attacks, trying to traumatize them back (it wasn't very effective), and they were ROOMMATES, Friends to Lovers Summary: And it all comes crashing down

“Um,” Imogen mutters, because she can’t quite believe her vision. “Chetney!” Laudna’s eyes flash, “What are you doing here?” And wasn’t that the question of the hour. Why of all people is Chetney on Zhudanna’s porch? And is he holding lemonade? What the hells? “We were all so worried about you,” Chetney says, his eyes narrowing at Laudna, “I even decided to drop something off, just a little kit to help you do something. Of course, I knew you wouldn’t answer, you were very clear you wanted space from everyone last time I saw you.

[writerinloves-blog]

First chapter of my Kit Tanthalos x OFC. Enjoy!

For 150 moons, the passage of time within the castle walls marked the silent journey of Lyra Calloway. The magic that once shimmered in her veins had retreated, dissolving into the recesses of her memory, becoming as elusive as the tendrils of a half-remembered dream. In the daylight hours, Lyra was a composed lady's maid, her laughter ringing softly within the castle's halls. Yet, beneath her composed exterior, the echo of forgotten spells and lost incantations whispered in the corridors of her mind.

The soldier, Ballentine, was a consistent presence in her life, a stalwart guardian who not only saved her but also brought with him a sense of warmth and belonging. His visits, sprinkled across the years like stardust, were cherished moments of respite for Lyra. In the depths of his eyes, she saw reflections of the love her parents once showered upon her, a connection to a past that felt both distant and vivid, like the pages of a cherished storybook.

However, as time flowed like a river, Ballentine noticed the solitude that sometimes wrapped around Lyra like a shroud. A child surrounded by adults, her laughter occasionally rang out in the corridors, echoing with a longing for companionship. Sensing her need for a friend, he orchestrated a meeting that would alter the course of Lyra's life.

On that pivotal day, Ballentine led Lyra to another girl, a young soul who had also found sanctuary within the castle's embrace. A blonde-haired girl named Brunhilde, whose laughter bubbled like a spring, brought an effervescent energy into Lyra's world. She was a whirlwind of curiosity and enthusiasm, her eyes reflecting the same sense of wonder that Lyra had once possessed.

In the tapestry of fate, their friendship was woven with threads of shared secrets and endless giggles. Lyra, on the day they met, tried valiantly not to burst into laughter at the peculiar sound of Brunhilde's name. Yet, in that moment, something magical happened. The laughter that Lyra had held back for so long bubbled up, spilling into the air like musical notes, echoing the beginning of a friendship that would last a lifetime.

The sun cast a gentle morning glow through the castle windows, illuminating the cozy kitchen where the two friends sat, breaking their fast in the midst of their duties. The aroma of freshly baked muffins hung in the air, a testament to Brunhilde's culinary skills, which had become the heart and soul of the castle's kitchen.

Brunhilde, affectionately nicknamed Bruni by Lyra, was a lively whirlwind, her eyes alight with excitement as she chatted animatedly about the prince. "He is so dreamy, Lyra, you know," Bruni gushed, her words laced with starry-eyed admiration. "Yesterday, he told me thank you while I put some muffins on the table, and then later that night, he came down here, and we kissed, he is so perfect Ly." Her voice was filled with the kind of reverence usually reserved for celestial beings.

Lyra, ever the pragmatic soul, rolled her eyes playfully, a smile dancing at the corners of her lips. "Well, I would hope so," she replied, her tone teasing. "He is a prince, after all, and those are basic manners, and you let him kiss you, so..." Her fingers delicately plucked a muffin from the plate in front of her, savoring the warmth that still lingered within the freshly baked treat. "Your muffins are just so good," she added genuinely, her words punctuated by a contented sigh.

This compliment elicited a hearty laugh from Bruni, a sound that echoed with the joy of companionship. "Lyra, you're too kind," she said, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of pride and happiness. "But really, you should see the way he looked at me. It was like... I don't know, like he saw me." Her eyes glittered with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

Lyra, ever perceptive, observed her friend's expression, a fondness blooming within her heart. "Maybe he did see you, Bruni," she said gently, her tone soft. "You have a way of capturing people's attention, not just with your muffins, but with your spirit. It's... enchanting. He is lucky to have you, I hope he knows that." The word slipped from her lips before she could stop it, and she inwardly chided herself for the slip, hoping Bruni wouldn't notice the odd choice of words.

But Bruni, in her own spirited way, simply grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, if I'm enchanting, then you, Lyra Calloway, are positively magical," she declared, raising her muffin in a mock toast.

The head of the kitchen's sharp voice cut through the warm camaraderie like a dagger, reminding the girls of their responsibilities. With practiced efficiency, Bruni and Lyra hurriedly untangled themselves from the moment they shared, exchanging a quick but affectionate hug before parting ways. Bruni darted off to prepare the morning meal, her footsteps echoing with purpose in the bustling kitchen.

Lyra, ready to begin her temporary duties, had one foot out of the kitchen door when the head cook's voice reached her ears once more. "Oh! Lyra, I almost forgot, Ballentine is looking for you," the cook said, her tone softened by the warmth of their shared workspace. Gratitude painted Lyra's lips as she uttered a sweet "thank you" before setting off to find the soldier.

It didn't take long to locate Ballentine; he was often found in the castle's training ground, honing his skills with the determination of a seasoned warrior. Today was no exception. As Lyra approached, she observed the intense training session taking place between Ballentine and a fierce-looking girl named Jade. Lyra knew better than to interrupt; she had narrowly escaped a sword's edge the last time she inadvertently intervened in their training.

She settled a respectful distance away, content to watch until their spar came to a close. The clash of swords, the sound of metal meeting metal, reverberated through the training ground until finally, there was a pause, and the blades ceased their dance.

"You still favored one of your sides, but you are going to do great. You've worked so hard for this," Ballentine said, his voice a mixture of pride and encouragement, his eyes fixed on Jade. Gratitude glimmered in Jade's eyes as she replied, "Thank you, Ballentine," her tone laced with determination.

Seizing the moment, Lyra stepped forward with a warm smile, her presence heralded by the soft rustle of her skirts. "Hello, Jade," she greeted, her voice gentle, acknowledging the other girl's efforts. Jade's fierce expression softened into a smile, a rare sight that warmed Lyra's heart. "Morning, Ballentine," she added, acknowledging the soldier whose guidance had become a beacon of strength for them both. After this, they said their goodbyes.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the castle grounds as Lyra and Ballentine walked together. Lyra, her eyes alight with curiosity, finally couldn't contain her question any longer. "You wanted to speak to me?" she inquired, her voice a delicate melody beneath the vast expanse of the open sky.

"Yes, I do," Ballentine began, his tone soft but firm, radiating a sense of pride. "Everyone is very pleased with your work as a lady's maid. Every guest you've served has spoken highly of you, and that makes me very proud, of the young lady you are becoming." His words, like gentle waves, washed over Lyra, leaving her heart warmed by their sincerity. It was a stark contrast to the past, where praise had been scarce and often barbed.

A genuine smile curved Lyra's lips, a rare sight that spoke volumes. "Thank you," she replied, her voice soft-spoken, gratitude filling the gaps between her words. The affirmation, so earnestly given, felt like a soothing balm to her soul, healing wounds she hadn't realized were there.

Ballentine, sensing her vulnerability, continued, his voice unwavering. "And we... I think you are ready for a more important role. You've been chosen to be the lady's maid of the princess. This is..." He paused, searching for the right words to convey the magnitude of the honor.

"What?" Lyra interrupted, her voice escalating with disbelief. Her eyes widened, mirroring the astonishment in her voice. The prospect was beyond her wildest dreams, a surreal twist of fate she hadn't dared to imagine.

Ballentine, the epitome of calm in the storm of her emotions, raised his hand in a gesture meant to quell her sudden outburst. "This is an honor, Lyra," he assured her, his eyes warm with reassurance. "You were hand-picked for this."

"But... I thought that her royal highness already had a lady's maid," Lyra stammered, her nervousness palpable. Doubt crept into her voice, uncertainty clouding her eyes.

"Yes, but she is advanced in age," Ballentine explained patiently, his words measured and calm. "The queen thought that perhaps someone closer to her age would be better suited for the job." His explanation, though logical, did little to ease Lyra's apprehension.

"You know I am not good with new people..." Lyra confessed, her voice a quiet murmur, her vulnerability laid bare before him.

Ballentine's eyes softened with understanding. "Jade knows her," he said, offering a lifeline of familiarity in the sea of uncertainties.

"Really?" Lyra's eyes widened with a mix of hope and trepidation. Before Ballentine could say anything more, Lyra dashed off towards Jade, her heart pounding in her chest. The courtyard seemed to stretch endlessly before her as she ran, her breaths coming in short gasps.

With each hurried step, Lyra closed the distance between herself, Jade, and the answers she desperately sought. "Jade! Wait!" Lyra's voice, laced with urgency and hope, cut through the crisp castle air. At the sound, Jade, her footsteps momentarily stilled, turned around, her eyes widening in surprise as she waited for Lyra to catch up. Ballentine, ever the steadfast guardian, trailed close behind, his expression a mix of curiosity and quiet support.

"What happened?" Jade questioned once Lyra was in front of her, her tone a blend of concern and confusion, her eyes flickering between Lyra and the soldier behind her.

"We are friends, right?" Lyra began, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. The question hung in the air, pregnant with the weight of anticipation.

"Of course, we are," Jade replied, her voice soothing, sensing the gravity of the moment. She shot a quick glance toward Ballentine, silently seeking confirmation of the seriousness of the situation.

"So, you'll tell me the truth," Lyra stated, her eyes unwavering as she locked onto Jade's. A pause hung between them, pregnant with the intensity of the unspoken question that followed. "What is the princess like?" she finished, her voice barely louder than a whisper, yet laden with a profound earnestness.

"Kit?" Jade asked in a confused voice, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. Lyra's confusion mirrored Jade's, unable to comprehend the casualness with which the princess was referred to.

"You call the princess by her given name?" Lyra questioned, her brows furrowing in bewilderment, her voice a mixture of awe and disbelief.

Jade, her posture shifting slightly, held her head high, a subtle but unmistakable pride in her voice. "We are friends. We trained together almost every day."

Recognition flickered in Lyra's eyes, and a calm settled within her as the implications of Jade's words washed over her. "Oh... so she IS nice," Lyra breathed, her voice laced with relief. In that moment, the princess transformed from a distant, intimidating figure into a tangible, approachable person.

"Yes, indeed, she is... why?" Jade asked, curiosity knitting her brows together.

Lyra turned around, her gaze meeting Ballentine's, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of pride and assurance. A gentle smile curved her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken support he offered. With newfound confidence, she turned back to Jade. "Well," Lyra began, her voice filled with quiet certainty. "You are looking at Her Royal Highness's new lady's maid." The words hung in the air, pregnant with the weight of possibility and change.

"Oh! Lyra, that's great!" Jade exclaimed, her eyes alight with genuine happiness. She enveloped Lyra in a warm, spontaneous hug, the shared excitement between them binding their friendship even tighter. In that embrace, amidst the castle courtyard bathed in the golden hues of the fading sun, Lyra felt a surge of confidence and purpose.

"Just one more thing," Jade said, her tone suddenly serious as she gently released Lyra from the hug. Lyra, her eyes filled with both anticipation and confusion, nodded in response. "Yes?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a sweet smile.

"Be patient with her," Jade advised, her words hanging in the air like a quiet plea. With those cryptic words, Jade abruptly turned and began walking away, her steps quick and purposeful, leaving Lyra standing there, her mind swirling with questions and a sense of foreboding.

"What? What does that mean? Jade!" Lyra called after her, her voice a mix of confusion and frustration. But Jade, now a distant figure, merely glanced back, her laughter carried on the wind as she disappeared from view. Left alone, Lyra turned to seek answers from Ballentine, her trusted confidant.

"What does she mean by that?" Lyra inquired, her eyes searching Ballentine's for any hint, any clue to unravel the mystery that now clouded her path. But Ballentine, ever enigmatic, merely smiled at her, his expression a blend of reassurance and quiet understanding. He remained silent, leaving Lyra with nothing but his cryptic smile.

Just as Lyra was about to press further, a sudden, resonant bell echoed through the castle halls, its chime reverberating like a command. The sound cut through the tension in the air, signaling the start of their duties as castle staff members. Lyra took a deep breath, the weight of Jade's words lingering in her mind, and with a newfound resolve, she turned away from Ballentine and began making her way toward the princess's chambers.

The corridor stretched ahead of her, its walls adorned with tapestries depicting the castle's storied history. Each step echoed with a sense of purpose and trepidation. Lyra's heart beat steadily in her chest, a rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the anticipation and uncertainty of the path she was about to tread. With every footfall, she steeled herself for what lay ahead, knowing that the cryptic advice from her friend would soon reveal its meaning in the enigmatic world of the princess's chambers. As the grand doors loomed before her, Lyra took one final deep breath, the air heavy with the scent of anticipation, and pushed open the door, stepping into the unknown with courage in her heart and determination in her eyes.

The soft morning light filtered through the delicate curtains, casting a gentle glow upon the figure of the princess, still lost in the embrace of sleep. Lyra, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation, approached the ornate bed, her footsteps echoing softly against the chamber's grandeur. With a steadying breath, she reached for the curtains, her fingers gentle yet firm, and pulled them open in a swift, purposeful motion.

"Good morning, Your Highness," Lyra greeted her voice a perfect blend of firmness and sweetness, carrying the weight of her newfound responsibility. Time hung in the air, each second feeling like an eternity as she waited for the princess to stir from her slumber. Seconds turned into minutes, and when the stillness became too much to bear, Lyra's eyes fell upon a book resting on a nearby table.

An internal battle raged within her—a war between caution and necessity. Her mind warned her of the consequences, and the potential trouble of her actions, yet the urgency of her task spurred her forward. If she did not rouse the princess in time for breakfast, the repercussions could be just as dire. With a decisive breath, she approached the table, her fingers wrapping around the book. It felt weighty in her hands, the knowledge that her actions held consequences both daunting and invigorating.

In a split-second decision, Lyra allowed her instincts to guide her. The book met the floor with a loud thud, the sound shattering the quiet of the chamber. The princess jolted from her sleep, and sat up in bed with sudden haste, her expression a canvas of confusion.

"Good morning, Your Highness. I am so sorry for the noise, how clumsy of me," Lyra apologized, her voice genuine and laced with remorse for her abrupt disturbance. The princess, still disoriented, turned her head, her eyes narrowing in puzzlement.

"You are not Mrs. Crain," she observed, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

"Indeed, I am not," Lyra affirmed, her voice unwavering as she retrieved the fallen book, her movements graceful and composed. "I am your new lady's maid, my name is Lyra, Your Highness." As she stood before the bed, she executed a perfect curtsy, her demeanor poised and respectful, embodying the grace that her position demanded.

In the quiet expanse of the princess's chamber, the atmosphere hung heavy with both anticipation and tension. Lyra, her movements purposeful and deliberate, approached the closet where the princess's attire was kept. Her eyes, keen and observant, scanned the array of clothing, a thoughtful frown marring her brow. Thanks to the insight Jade had provided, she anticipated finding an assortment of trousers and blouses instead of the expected dresses. Undeterred, she set about selecting an ensemble that balanced both comfort and practicality.

Meanwhile, Kit observed the young maid with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. Lyra's hands moved deftly among the fabrics, her choices made with a quiet confidence that intrigued Kit. As Lyra deliberated over the outfit, Kit's thoughts flitted between the impending discussion about her clothing and the growing thirst that had settled in her throat. An idea formed in her mind, a momentary escape from the oncoming battle about dresses and courtly attire.

With purposeful grace, Kit swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, her movements fluid despite the haze of sleep. She padded toward a nearby table adorned with a jug of water, her steps silent on the chamber's rich carpet. Pouring water into a delicate cup, the cool liquid soothed her parched throat, momentarily distracting her from the impending conversation.

"So, Your Highness, I was thinking about this for the day," Lyra's voice, polite and respectful, cut through the room. Kit, her thirst momentarily sated, turned her attention back to the maid, her expression one of guarded anticipation. She braced herself for the upcoming debate about her attire, a challenge she was prepared to meet head-on.

But as she turned, her eyes met Lyra's and she was met not with the expected resistance, but with something else entirely. The young maid stood before her, holding out a selection of clothing.

Trousers, a soft green blouse, and a vest were displayed with a kind of quiet confidence that took Kit aback. It was as though Lyra had read Kit's mind, understanding not just the princess's daily routines but also her desire for comfort and practicality.

"I thought that perhaps this would be comfortable for the day, in case Your Highness decides to do some training today," Lyra explained, her tone gentle yet firm. Kit, for the first time, found herself at a loss for words. The battle she had mentally prepared for had not materialized. Instead, there stood a maid who not only anticipated her needs but respected her choices. With a tentative smile, she nodded, a silent acceptance of the outfit offered to her.

As she began to change into comfortable attire, Kit stole a glance at Lyra, a newfound curiosity blossoming within her.

The air in the chamber hung with a subtle tension as Kit, made casual conversation, attempting to bridge the gap between their roles. "So... how old are you? You seem around my age," Kit inquired, her voice soft, her gaze lingering curiously on Lyra as she handed her the vest, the fabric cool and smooth in her hands.

"We are the same age, Your Highness," Lyra responded, her voice calm yet guarded, a faint hint of hesitation underlying her words. As Kit began to put on the vest, she noticed Lyra's meticulous efforts to smooth out any creases, her fingers moving with a practiced ease. The unspoken tension between them seemed to dissolve in the quiet rhythm of dressing.

"You're all set, Princess. Would you like me to do your hair?" Lyra offered her eyes briefly meeting Kit's before she took a step back, granting Kit space and autonomy in her decision.

Kit, feeling a sudden impulse to assert her independence, declined the offer, her eyes narrowing slightly as she assessed herself in the mirror. "I do not think that would be necessary; I can do it myself," she stated, her voice tinged with a hint of determination as she started to walk toward the vanity where her brushes lay.

"I could braid it," Lyra persisted, her voice gentle, a subtle insistence underlying her offer. The maid's gaze held a quiet intensity as if she saw something more in the princess's request—a chance to connect beyond the boundaries of their roles.

Kit hesitated, her fingers absently combing through her hair as she considered Lyra's offer. For a moment, she pondered the idea of allowing this stranger, who seemed to understand her desires before she voiced them, into this intimate part of her daily routine. Yet, the pull of familiarity and self-sufficiency won her over.

"No, it's okay. I would wear it down today," Kit decided, her voice firm, her eyes meeting Lyra's in the mirror. In that brief, reflective moment, Kit noticed the color of Lyra's eyes—vivid blue, reminiscent of the sky just before dawn.

Kit, lost in her thoughts, was abruptly pulled back to reality by the sound of Lyra's voice. "So, I was not notified of any duties Your Highness would have to attend today, but for now, Her Majesty..." Lyra's words trailed off as Kit raised her hand, a silent plea for a momentary respite from the formalities that encased her life.

"Please, could we be, at least a little bit less formal, please?" Kit pleaded, her voice carrying the weight of both exhaustion and longing. In a fraction of a second, Kit swore she detected a glimmer of relief in Lyra's eyes, a shared desire for an escape from the rigid protocols and the gilded cage of royalty.

"Well, your mother and your brother are waiting for you to break their fast," Lyra continued, her voice softening, a genuine smile touching her lips. Kit found solace in the simple warmth of that smile, a respite from the usual stiffness she encountered in the castle's halls.

"Alright, that is great because I am really hungry right now," Kit replied, the sincerity in her voice betraying her weariness. With newfound determination, she started walking toward the door, the prospect of a meal a small yet significant comfort in her day.

As she stepped out, she realized Lyra hadn't followed. Confusion clouded her features, and she turned back to find the young maid standing in the opulent corridor. "Oh, I have to finish your chambers first, then I'll come with," Lyra explained, her voice soft and apologetic. Kit's eyes softened with understanding.

A pang of resentment surged within her. She hated the formality, the endless rituals, the suffocating expectations. The casual grace with which Lyra moved through the world, unburdened by titles and false smiles...

"Princess!" Kit's steps faltered, and she turned around at the sound of Lyra's voice. Lyra was hurrying toward her with an air of urgency.

"I forgot to let you know something," Lyra began, her words hinting at an important revelation. Kit's brows furrowed inquisitively. "Jade is going to start..."

"Jade? You know her?" Kit interjected a curious note in her voice. The fact that Lyra seemed to be acquainted with Jade intrigued her. Jade had never mentioned a connection to this girl before.

"Yes, we are acquaintances... friends, actually," Lyra replied with a warm smile, her eyes reflecting a genuine fondness for the subject of their conversation. Kit, on the other hand, wore a slight frown, her mind racing to process this newfound piece of information.

"As I was saying, Jade is going to be training in half an hour," Lyra continued, her words coming in a steady stream of consideration. "However, considering that you are only about to have food, I would consider waiting at least half an hour before starting your training."

Kit was about to interject with her own thoughts, but Lyra pressed on, her voice a mixture of sincerity and a trace of personal experience. "Because from personal experience, I once ate and then had to run, and I ended up throwing up..." Lyra trailed off, her expression contorting briefly with the memory of the unpleasant incident. "I think I just overshared, but that's my honest advice, Princess," she concluded with a graceful curtsy before stepping back.

Before Kit could formulate a response, Lyra turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing down the corridor. Kit stood there, a whirlwind of confusion and intrigue swirling within her.

Who was this girl, and where had she come from?

[fxgslxvehouse]

Do you have any wanted faceclaims?

Here’s a list!

Jordan Calloway, Gavin Leatherwood, Joshua Bassett, Derek Luh, Diego Tinoco, Lucien Laviscount, Andre Lamoglia, Xolo Maridueña, Jacob Elordi, Kit Connor, Michael Cimino, Charlie Bushnell, David Harbour, Charlie Cox, Ben Barnes, Lewis Tan, Bob Morley, Trevor Donovan, Beau Mirchoff, Alex Landi, Oscar Isaac, Winston Duke, Idris Elba, Brian J. Smith, Jonathan Bailey, Timothy Granaderos, Josh Segarra, Michael B. Jordan, Dylan Minette, Shiloh Fernandez, Iain de Caestecker, Brenan Mejia, Rob Kazinsky, Frank Grillo, Sean Teale, Aaron Díaz, Jack Falahee, Alexander Skarsgard, Trevante Rhodes, Isaiah Mustafa, Pedro Pascal, Alfonso Herrera, Sam Witwer, Nicholas Hoult, Joel Kinnaman, Alan Ritchson

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

Offspring Rating List: Disney characters

Now, time for Disney, the leading New World Order company. Keep in mind that this is only half done because there are so many characters (especially male-female pairs) that Disney has, I'll have to re-edit this, adding more.

Mickey/Minnie: yes (why hasn't the company ever given them one)

Donald/Daisy: ???

Goofy/whichever girl: ??? (he's been granted Max already)

Pete/Peg: granted two

Gadget/Zipper: granted 42, I think

Max/Roxanne: ???

Max/Mona: ???

PJ/Beret Girl: ???

Bobby/Stacy: ???

Snow White/Florian: ???

Bambi/Faline: granted two

Thumper/Miss Bunny: granted a few

Flower/Miss Skunk: granted one

Cinderella/Prince Charming: ???

Anastasia/Baker: ???

Jaq/Mary: ???

Lady/Tramp: granted four

Scamp/Angel: ???

Ruby/Buster: ???

Jim Dear/Darling: granted one

Aurora/Phillip: ???

Pongo/Perdita: granted 15 (though adopted 84 more)

Roger/Anita: ???

Baloo/Rebecca: Beckers has Molly but I'm not sure about further

Kit/Molly: ???

Hathi/Winifred: granted one

Thomas/Duchess: three plus how many kittens originally planned for a follow-up

Robin/Marian: yes; either six or a dozen

Father Saxton/Little Sister: ???

Bernard/Bianca: ???

Tod/Vixey: yes (six should be just fine, at least that's what Vixey thinks)

Taran/Eilonwy: ???

Basil/Miss Kitty: maybe

Dodger/Rita: yes

Tito/Georgette: ???

Ariel/Eric: granted one

Belle/Adam: ???

Lumiere/Fifi: ???

Cogsworth/Wardrobe: ???

Angelique/Fife: ???

Aladdin/Jasmine: ???

Iago/Thundra: ???

Simba/Nala: granted three

Timon/Tatiana: ???

Pocahontas/John Rolfe: ???

Nakoma/her husband: ???

Nakoma/Thomas (in some sequel-less AU): ???

Centipede/Miss Spider: ???

Earthworm/Glowworm: ???

Quasimodo/Madelleine: ???

Phoebus/Esmeralda: granted one

Hercules/Meg: ???

Mulan/Li Shang: ???

Yao/Mei: ???

Ling/Ting-Ting: ???

Chien-Po/Su: ???

Flik/Atta: ???

Rosie/Slim (if they became one): ???

Tarzan/Jane: ???

Aladar/Neera: most likely

Kuzco/Malina: ???

Kronk/Miss Birdwell: maybe

Milo/Kida: yes

Mike/Celia: yes

Tylor/Val: ??? (if they want to be more than friends)

Nani/David: maybe

Stitch/Angel: ??? (I don't know if they should, considering they were both created by Jumbaa)

Dr. Doppler/Captain Amelia: granted four

Kenai/Nita: yes

Rutt/Anda: yes

Tuke/Kata: yes

Maggie/Bob: no

Grace/Barry: no

Mrs. Calloway/Junior: no

Lucius/Honey: ???

Violet/Tony: ???

Chicken Little/Abby: maybe

Runt/Foxy Loxy: no

Linguini/Colette: ???

Edward/Nancy: ???

John/Mary: ???

Bolt/Mittens: no (I'd rather it was in a human-free anthropomorphic world)

Tiana/Naveen: maybe

Charlotte/Travis: maybe

Rapunzel/Eugene: maybe

Felix/Calhoun: maybe

Anna/Kristoff: ???

Hiro/Gogo: ???

Riley/Jordan: no (I'm not sure if any thing between them would last)

Judy/Nick: ???

Flash/Priscilla: ???

Luca/Giulia: ???

Mariano/Dolores: ???

Meilin/Carter: no

Meilin/Tyler: no

Wade/Ember: yes

Clod/his girlfriend: ???

Gale/Fern: ???

[silverseaming]

Dear Aunt Winifred,

Do you remember how as a child I used to wait for the first crocuses of Spring, impatiently tramping over the lawn each morning after the snow had melted? Lately I have found myself back in the same habit, and now I can finally say that the first flower has appeared! The snow has been gone for several weeks, but it was only this morning that I saw petals peeking up from the grass by the henhouse, and all the childish excitement came rushing back to me.

All of this is to say that Spring has arrived, and with it my good spirits. I find it so much easier to be cheerful in the sunshine than in the snow! To me it seems that the Winter darkness lasted longer than ever, but that may have been somewhat due to the self-imposed winter I had been keeping inside me. The slow emergence of new life in the world around has somehow brought hope, instead of sadness. I like to think of it as a reminder that life continues, and can spring up in the most unexpected of corners. 

While I don’t have any good news this month either, I have found the strength to try not to dwell on my disappointment. Instead I have resolved to make myself useful -- there is much to be done, and as you always say, the Devil makes work for idle hands! With Daisy to look after I certainly do not have idle hands. Every day she seems to be able to run faster, and to talk more. I look at her running around and marvel that only two years ago she was a tiny babe in my arms, barely larger than a sack of flour. 

Kit has taken on a pet lamb from Zachariah Miller, as they have had an illness in their flock, and Daisy is just besotted! She’s named him ‘Snowball’, and I have an almost impossible job separating them. More often than not Daisy ends the day smelling like the farmyard. I suppose I should be grateful that Snowball keeps her occupied, and is much more tolerant of her constant pestering than the chickens.

Talking of my husband, do you recall my telling you that he had gone into business with a Mr. Fred Allen, who’s running an export company out of Rockland? Well, Mr. Allen seems to have taken an interest in Kit, and the two of them have struck up a friendship. Quite against Kit’s will, I’m sure -- if he had his way he’d hide away from all society with his horses (and his wife, I hope) -- but he’s warming to it. I certainly think it’s doing him good to expand his social horizons, and the best thing is that it’s expanding my social horizons too. Mr. Allen has invited us to a party he and his wife are giving for those involved with the Lermond’s Cove Company.  It was my good luck that I was there to accept before Kit could make any excuses!

The appointed date isn’t for a few weeks yet, but I find myself quite unreasonably excited already. I suppose that speaks to how little we have been attending any sort of social event since taking Maple Farm -- or even since our marriage. It certainly feels like a long time since I have had cause to dress up for anything other than church. I shall have to take my old pink silk to Mrs Miller and see if she can work any of her magic on it, as I suspect it’s in dire need of brightening up.

Please tell me all is well with you and Uncle Thomas, that you’re not too lonely after Josie’s wedding. I think of you all as I watch Daisy grow, and how much she would love to run around at Rook’s Rest. I know every time I write I promise to come back, but we never seem to find the right time to leave the farm. I won’t say that Daisy will not have siblings, but I would so love for her to meet all her cousins before too long. Consider that my promise that we will come soon, and I shall put my best effort into keeping it.

As always you have my love in abundance, and I look forward to your next letter.

Your loving,

Meg

[izzy-b-hands]

🍜🌍🎬?

Ben!! Thank you!!!

🍜 dish

Oh there's a lot I could put here, but. The ramen thing I made last night is my new 'fave dish I didn't fuck up while experimenting with it': chicken ramen, some maple syrup, pepper, lemon pepper, chili powder, and turmeric. Sounds slightly weird, tastes amazing (though in my opinion I do think I should have added an egg as well, but that's for the next time I make it lol.)

🌍 place

That's a tough one too! There's a lot of places I like, and a lot I'd recommend to folks, but I think Mystic Seaport has to take the win this time. It's just such a nice, relaxing place to be, especially when it isn't too busy. The sea, big cool ships with a shipyard you can tour, and a little gift shop too (where I believe they have an off brand Lego mini ship kit, which I am absolutely thinking about picking up next time I'm there fdlkjald)

🎬 movie

Another one with a lot of answers with great potential, but I'm sticking with another recent fave: the 1973 Jesus Christ Superstar movie. The main actors are all wonderful (the guy who plays Simon played Cab Calloway in the 1983/4 Cotton Club movie as well, and I'd highly recommend him in that too), the overall production is fun and goofy in an endearing way, and it ends with the implication that they really did crucify Ted Neeley and then left him in the desert, which is a hell of a way to end a movie and I respect it.

[palmviewfm]

mw fcs from admins + members?

of course, friend ! since the list of fc's ended up being a little bit on the longer side, i've decided to put this underneath the read more for you !

camila mendes, aisha dee, avan jogia, khadijha red thunder, alyah chanelle scott, paulina singer, samantha logan, amber midthunder, taylor zakhar perez, daniel ezra, cody christian, derek luh, belmont cameli, amrit kaur, andrea chaparro, anna lambe, anthony keyvan, austin butler, brianne tju, halle bailey, d'pharaoh woon-a-tai, daniela nieves, demet ozdemir, darren barnet, ayca ayça ayşin turan, xolo mariduena, oliver stark, dev patel, aditi rao hydari, tati gabrielle, diego boneta, nicole maines, brian altemus, jonathan daviss, jordan fisher, aramis knight, asaad zaman, gideon adlon, harris dickinson, bianca santos, henry zaga, jacob scipio, aja naomi king, idris elba, angela bassett, sofia carson, auli'i cravalho, kylie bunbury, cha eunwoo, aslihan malbora, jane de leon, angela sarafyan, jordan gonzalez, simay barlas, zion moreno, zaria simone, cengiz al, thomas weatherall, melissa collazo, ayesha madon, fiona palomo, felix mellard, maris racal, alperen duymaz, mena massoud, jessica parker kennedy, winston duke, lorenzo zurzolo, melis sezen, ella purnell, summer bishil, charithra chandran, ella ballinska, ashleigh murray, yara shahidi, coco jones, josh heuston, nicola coughlan, fabian frankel, matthew broome, reina hardesty, daniel henney, keith powers, tawny cypress, renata notni, lana condor, zendaya, ayo edebiri, medalion rahimi, blu hunt, berk atan, camille hyde, emre bay, candice patton, berk cankat, brittany o'grady, song kang, charles melton, pedro pascal, alex aiono, hande ercel, antonia thomas, justin h min, hari nef, kit young, ncuti gatwa, kyle allen, peter gadiot, keiynan lonsdale, morgan holmstrom, jordan calloway, joel ouelette, drew ray tanner, kiowa gordon, raymond ablack, mia healey, daniel kaluuya, brianne howey, miya horcher, bahar şahin, dewanda wise, diego luna, alfonso herrera, melissa barrera, froy gutierrez, natacha karam, seychelle gabriel, sydney park, eli brown, victoria moroles, vanessa morgan, mikey madison, rami malek, rachel hilson, simone kessell, leighton meester, gong yoo, pega ghafoori, adam brody, malia pyles, burak deniz, jinyoung joo, natasha lyonne, kat graham, ricky whittle, keri russell, drake rodger, lakeith stanfield, laz alonzo, peyton alex smith, kenneth choi, david casteneda, camila queiroz, zhao lusi, carmela zumbado, alp navruz, quintessa swindel, damson idris, bianca lawson, gina torres, rebecca ablack, brenda song, can yaman, erin kellyman, jacob anderson, alberto rosende, bruna marquezine, megan suri, nathalie kelley, ella rubin, garrett warering, suraj sharma, jessica alba, jaz sinclair, jessica alexander, midori francis, adelaide kane, mimi keene, sean teale, derya pinar ak, jay lycurgo, erin richards, hunter schafer, and hannah dodd !

[magnoliafm]

mwm 35+?

Sure thing! Glen Powell, Rahul Kohli, Keanu Reeves, Benjamin Bratt, Chris Evans, Daniel Henney, Elliot Page, Dev Patel, Daniel Kaluuya, Robert Pattinson, Jeremy Allen-White, Charles Melton, Oscar Isaac, Rami Malek, Ryan Gosling, Andrew Garfield, Aldis Hodge, Gong Yoo, Idris Elba, Mark Consuelos, Jordan Calloway, Regé-Jean Page, and Kit Harington~ There’s some 34 year-olds sprinkled in, but they can easily be aged up!

[exquisitehq]

do members have mw fcs? <3

we   would   love   to   see   any   of   the   following   faces   !   simone   ashley,   monica   bellucci,   jessie   mei   lee,   keith   powers,   laverne   cox,   oscar   isaac,   pedro   pascal,   idris   elba,   daniel     craig,     jeffrey     dean     morgan,     mahershala     ali,     nathaniel     arcand,     arjun     rampal,     john     cho,     hiroshi     abe,     keanu     reeves,   diego   luna,   gabriel   luna,   tom     ellis,     lee     dongwook,     harry     shum     jr.,     mahesh     jadu,     riz     ahmed,     sunny     wang,     diego     luna,     gong     yoo,     nikolaj     coster-waldau,     mark     consuelos,     lee     pace,    sam     heughan,   tolga   mendi,   fabien   frankel,   jack   wolfe,   aaron   pierre,   emilio   sakraya,   serkan   çayoğlu,   milo   manheim,   dev    patel,    matthew    broome,    alperen    duymaz,    riz    ahmed,    elliot    fletcher,    lee    soo    hyuk,    lewis    tan,    jeremy    allen    white,    andrew    koji,    apo    natawin,    michael     evans     behling,     minnie     mills,     tolga     mendi,     kit     connor,     sam     reid,     jacob     anderson,     bailey     bass,     lola     tung,     quintessa     swindell,     anamaria     vartolomei,     olivia     munn,     jessica     matten,     jacqueline     fernandez,     aaron     pierre,     jordan     calloway,     michael     b     jordan     or     cillian     murphy,   greta     onieogou,     alisha     boe,     anya     chalotra,     anya     taylor     joy,     ayo     edibiri,     ashley     moore,     aslihan     malbora,     sandra     oh,     ana     de     armas,     angela     sarafyan,     angel     coulby,     debora     nascimento,     claudia     kim,     deepika     padukone,     crystal     reed     and     precious     lee !!!

[projectpandora]

Fc suggestions for an agent with animal shifting abilities?

oooh, i can definitely see joe manganiello, tom pelphrey, milo ventimiglia, kit harington, henry zaga, drew ray tanner, avan jogia, jordan calloway, brandon larracuente, tyler hoechlin, sean teale, ryan guzman, ross butler, ben levin, derek luh, idris elba, rahul kohli, pedro pascal, josh heuston, or henry cavill as someone with animal shifting !