#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

[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.

[automatictrashwolf]

Bells Hells art part 2

Official artwork by @agarthanguide

Bells Hells character art part 1

[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?

[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: ???

[salamanderpie]

Jay Calloway and Kit Cutter, gunslinger and blade for hire.

[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.

[hoperays-song]

Sing Warrior Cats AU PT: 1 - Allegiances Pages

Ok, so this started as a random idea at approximately 6 in the afternoon two days ago. I have since become *slightly* hyperfixated on this AU and made up at least a trilogy storyline and a ton of information for this. I also pulled several near all nighters that I was yelled at for by my lovely mutuals (who are gonna pretend that they enjoy me spamming the with random warrior names). And after all that, I give you Moonclan or our Calatonia group and Sunclan, our Redshore group!

Now, warning, to make this a logical (well as logical as warriors can be), there will be relationships between characters that I do not express in any of my other works (ie. Hobbs being Nana’s brother) and OCs to fill out the Redshore group from seven-ish people.

I hope y’all all enjoy!!!

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Moonclan

Leader: Nightstar (Nana Noodleman) A tall black she-cat with dark amber eyes and a greying muzzle.

Deputy: Moonspring (Buster) A small light grey tom with white around his muzzle and on his chest with a dark grey patch and pale blue eyes.

          Apprentice: Fawnpaw (Mizuki) A lanky light brown spotted cat with a white chest and amber eyes.

Medicine Cat: Larkeye (Mrs. Crawly) A sandy grey she-cat with a greying muzzle and one green eye.

           Apprentice: Wishpaw (Meena) A tall light grey she-cat with a splash of white on her chest and ears and blue eyes.

Warriors:

Lionfang (Clay Calloway) A broad-shouldered lion like tom with blue eyes and a scarred muzzle.

           Apprentice: Ashpaw (Ash) A dark brown she-cat with lighter stripes and blue eyes.

Pidgeontuft (Hobbs) A black tom with a white chest and underbelly with yellow eyes.

Emberspot (Eddie’s Mom) A dark grey tabby she-cat with yellow eyes.

Hootfur (Eddie’s Dad) A white fluffy tom with grey splashes and amber eyes.

Duskstorm (Marcus) A large black tom with dark greyish eyes and scars.

Adderfrost (Stan) A large grey tabby tom with scars and yellow eyes.

Dapplewing (Meena’s Mom) A tall brown and grey dappled she-cat with blue eyes and a white chest.

Crowrunner (Barry) A dark grey tom with black paws and ears and amber eyes.

           Apprentice: Lightningpaw (Johnny) A black tom with dark brown and grey spots, a flash of white on his chest, and golden eyes.

Fuzzycloud (Eddie Noodleman) A tall white tom with fluffy white fur and yellow eyes.

Frogpelt (Norman) A pale brown tom with a lighter chest and yellow eyes.

Goldenflame (Gunter) A large golden tabby tom with a white chest and ear tips and blue eyes.

Sunblaze (Gunter’s Sister) A yellow tabby she-cat with a white chest and blue eyes.

Mouseburr (Mike) A small white tom with amber eyes.

Pinedapple (Mizuki’s Girlfriend) A tall brown she-cat with amber eyes.

Spikefur (Lance) A brown tabby tom with green eyes.

Queens:

Rosestep (Rosita) A dark cream she-cat with pale yellow patches and green eyes.

Kits: 

          Creekkit (Caspar) A light brown tom with a white chest and green eyes

          Beekit (Gail) A brown she-cat with blue eyes and a darker patch on her ears and chest

          Acornkit (Rory) A brown tom with a cream on his paws and ears with blue eyes

          Honeykit (Tess) A yellow she-cat with white and cream patches and green eyes

Elders:

Lizardsplash (Herman) A ginger tom with a grey muzzle and green eyes.

Jaythistle (Meena’s Grandfather) A large dark grey tabby tom with yellow eyes.

Mintear (Meena’s Grandmother) A grey she cat with white ears and green eyes.

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Sunclan

Leader: Wolfstar (Jimmy Crystal): A large scarred white tom with ice blue eyes.

Deputy: Shrewnose (Jerry): A small brown tabby tom with green eyes.

Medicine Cat: Sorrelleaf (Suki Lane): A tall reddish-brown she-cat with darker patches and a lighter underbelly with yellow eyes.

Warriors:

Kiteclaw (Klaus Kickenclobber): A greying yellow tom with a long tail and amber eyes.

           Apprentice: Tigerpaw (Ryan): A lanky tiger like tom with white splashes in his chest and face with green eyes.

Mapleclaw (Ryan’s Godmother): A pale yellow she-cat with red paws and tail tip with blue eyes.

Robinpelt (Alfonso’s Mom): A dark brown she-cat with lighter paws and amber eyes.

          Apprentice: Pouncepaw (Porsha Crystal): A blue-grey she-cat with white on her chest, face, and paws and amber eyes.

Birchfire (Ryan’s Mom): A tall black she-cat with dark brown spots and amber eyes.

Quailwing (Alfonso’s Dad): A large white and dark grey spotted tom with blue eyes.

Swiftflight (Ryan’s Godbrother): A yellow and red tom with a few flecks of white and blue eyes.

Drizzlefrost (Suki’s Assistant): A dark brown she-cat with dark grey spots and amber eyes.

           Apprentice: Puddlepaw (Alfonso’s Sister): A white she-cat with brown spots on her back and yellow eyes.

Willowmist (Ryan’s Godsister-in-law): A lithe dark grey and silver she-cat with yellow eyes.

Rainfoot (Alfonso’s Brother): A large dark grey tom with a flash of white on his chest and blue eyes.

Shellfall (Ryan’s Classmate): A light brown tom with amber eyes and yellow paws.

Archstrike (Ryan’s Classmate): A dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes and a grey flash on his chest.

           Apprentice: Pricklepaw (Ryan’s Classmate): A black tom with red spots and yellow eyes.

Rowanjaw (Nooshy’s Brother): A dark silver tom with a lighter chest and yellow eyes.

           Apprentice: Snowpaw (Alfonso): A large white tom with grey paws and green eyes.

Hollyfeather (Ryan’s Classmate): A golden cat with yellow eyes and a lighter chest and tail tip.

Quietbrook (Ryan’s Classmate): A black tom with a white ear and yellow eyes.

           Apprentice: Leafpaw (Ryan’s Classmate): A small brown cat with yellow and white spots and green eyes.

Lynxstep (Nooshy): A small silver cat with darker spots and amber eyes.

Squirrelfire (Ryan’s Classmate): A black and white she-cat with amber eyes and a fluffy tail.

Queens:

Lilyflight (Ryan’s Mom): A lithe dark ginger tabby she-cat with a white chest and muzzle and green eyes.

Kits (Lilyflight’s): 

          Flipkit (Ryan’s Half Sister): A golden brown tabby she-cat with white flashes and yellow eyes.

          Dewkit (Ryan’s Half Sister): A brown she-cat with golden brown and white spots and amber eyes.

Other Kits:

           Spiderkit (Nooshy’s Brother): A grey tom with silver splashes and yellow eyes.

          Juniperkit (Nooshy’s Sister): A silver she-cat with white splashes and amber eyes.

Elders:

Whistleclaw (Crystal Board Member): A dark grey tabby tom with a black patch on his chest and amber eyes.

Strikescar (Crystal Board Member): A scarred grey tom with blue eyes.

Birdnose (Crystal Board Member): A small white she-cat with orange ears and paws with amber eyes.

Frondstrike (Crystal Board Member): A brown tabby she-cat with green eyes.

Tawnyheart (Ryan’s Grandmother): A black she-cat with a white chest and amber eyes with a greying muzzle.

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Kittypets/Farm Cats:

Nannie (Nancy): A small white she-cat with yellow eyes.

Bella (Becky): A light brown she-cat with a white chest and underbelly and blue eyes.

Harry (Harry): A broad shouldered light reddish-brown tom with amber eyes.

Dare (Darius): A tall black cat with green eyes and white paws.

Violet (Porsha’s Mom): A blue grey she-cat with a fluffy tail and yellow eyes.

Gadget (Garry): A lanky brown tom with amber eyes.

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[shrikehq]

∘ ₊✧────── anonymous asked ; most wanted male fcs by players?

i asked in the discord, and here are some that those online at the time came up with !! i also encourage our members to reply to this post with any that we’ve missed !!

eduardo franco, isaiah mustafa, jeremy pope, manny jacinto, ross lynch, keanu reeves, rege jean page, michael b. jordan, ji chang-wook, manish dayal, kieran culkin, wang yibo, min yoongi, daniel henney, adam rodriguez, robert sheehan, hyunjin, jordan fisher, daniel radcliffe, michiel huisman, jung hoseok, richard madden, iwan rheon, jonathan groff, joseph gordon levitt, connor jessup, jordan calloway, dylan o’brien, will poulter, hunter doohan, mike faist, kit young, diego boneta, drew ray tanner, darren barnet, and theo graham.

[silverseaming]

At the harbour there’s noise everywhere — hurried rushes of footsteps, snatches of conversation, the voices of street-sellers rising above the everyday din with cries of “Fresh whelks! Fresh whel—”, “Apples and pears! Fresh today!”, “Roses, sir, roses for your Mis—!”. Along the quayside cargo masters bark instructions to their men, and crates clatter earthward from the decks or are borne aloft on the shoulders of brawny dockers. Beneath it all is the sound of the shipyard, a constant beat of hammers that Kit can feel in his chest.

Kit pushes on through the crowds, buffeted along by the busy current of fellow humanity. He wishes dearly for the open fields or leafy avenues of Brindleton. There the air is sweet, not thick with the salty seaweed taste, the people don’t rush, don’t crowd together, shout, or jostle.

A journey of bumping shoulders and muttered apologies washes him up on the doorstep of The Lermond’s Cove company, as the modest brass plate beside the door proclaims. The building is smaller than the grand shipping offices, tucked on the end of the harbour frontage, but it’s smart enough, and offers welcome shelter from the bustle outside. A small bell rings above the door as Kit makes his way inside.

“Hello, sir.” The young woman greeting him sits behind a solitary desk, a large ledger arrayed in front of her. The frugality of the outside of the building is continued on the inside, with the only ornaments to the small room besides its occupant being a few framed charts and maps. The whole arrangement gives the impression of being newly established. “How can I help you?”

“I, er, have an appointment with Mr Allen,” Kit says, suddenly abashed.

After checking an entry in the ledger, the young woman gestures down the hallway.

“It’s the first door on the left, sir.”

Making his way to the indicated door, Kit hesitates a second before knocking. He can hardly turn back now, with the secretary watching in the entryway.

His knock is answered by a curt “Enter.”

The man behind the desk rises to greet Kit, extending a hand over the tabletop. He’s smartly dressed, in a well-made suit of the latest fashion. The clothes look new — too new, perhaps. The thick callouses beneath Kit’s hand betray the lifetime of hard work that the suit tries hard to erase.

“Fred Allen,” The man says, by way of introduction. Releasing Kit’s hand, he gestures to the chair on the opposite side of the desk. “You must be Calloway.”

“That’s right, sir. As I said in my letter, Mr Miller up in Brindleton heard you might have opportunities going for someone willing to sell their crop.”

“Well, he heard correctly, I guess, though I have to say I wasn’t expecting anyone round here so soon. How’s about you tell me what set up you’ve got going, and then I’ll think about it?” says Allen.

“I’ve got about two-hundred acres just outside Brindleton, wheat and potatoes mainly. Only took over two years ago, but the last two harvests have done well.” Kit picks at a loose thread at the edge of his jacket, wishing he hadn’t done his collar up so tightly.

“You got any hands, or is it a one man show?” Allen asks as he sifts through a stack of papers, running a finger down a column of figures.

“Just me at the moment, sir, but some of the local lads help out around harvest. There’s room for expansion, though, if we come to an agreement.”

“Hm.” Allen seems to be considering, rubbing a large hand across his coarse chin. The more Kit looks at him, the more he struggles to see the businessman through the farmer — or is it sailor? At any rate, Allen’s tanned skin and deep crow’s feet speak of a life that, until recently, was spent working out of doors. The tailored clothes seem almost like a costume. It’s reassuring, perhaps, to know that Allen would understand something of the toil put into producing the crop.

Eventually Allen reaches the end of his deliberations with a great sigh.

“Look, son, I won’t pretend this isn’t somewhat of a cowboy venture, and that I haven’t got as much capital to be free with as certain larger companies. But I think we understand each other, and on account of your being the first to come and see me, I’m willing to give you an offer. I’ll take half your next wheat harvest, and I’ll give you two dollars a bushel if you’re willing to shake on it now.”

“I’m more than willing, sir, thank you,” Kit says. There’s a weight that’s lifted from his shoulders with Allen’s words, the anxious knot in his stomach loosening a little. Somehow, he’s managed to grab hold of the life ring thrown to him, and for a minute the hard work of hauling to shore can be forgotten.

Arriving home that night, dusty from the road, Kit feels lighter than he has done in months. For once he looks at the farm and sees it as something beautiful, rather than a never-ending source of work. There’s a little moonlight dappling through the trees, outlining the farmhouse against the night sky behind it.

For a moment, he leans against the fence of the cow-pen, taking slow lungfuls of the cool night air. Then he turns towards the house, and the faint glow behind the front door that draws his weary feet over the threshold.

Meg’s standing at the kitchen table, placing the finishing touches on a freshly baked cake. From the untidy tendrils of hair she keeps trying to blow from her face and the flour down her apron, it’s been a hard-fought battle with the sponge. The weak firelight from the stove behind her casts her in a rosy glow, and oh, it’s enough to knock the air from Kit’s chest.

“You’re up late,” he murmurs, giving into the urge to take her in his arms. Her body is warm against his, and she smells slightly of strawberry jam.

“I had to remake the sponge,” Meg sighs, finally pushing the finished cake away and leaning into his touch. “And I split the cream. It’s all a horrible mess.”

“Well hang the cake then, because I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up.” Gently Kit spins her round to face him, pulling her close.

“I take it your meeting went well?” She smiles.

“I think so. He’ll take half of next year’s wheat, and for a good price as well.”

“Oh, you wonderful man,” Meg says softly.

Kit’s reply is to lean down and kiss her. Even though he’s only been gone a day, it feels like he’s waited months for that kiss, for Meg’s hands on his shoulders and lips on his. Without thinking, he lifts her onto the table, hands finding her waist and hair.

“Christopher James Calloway, if you want to carry on with this nonsense then you will unhand me and let me clear up before we go upstairs!” Meg pulls away, trying to sound cross, but the barely concealed laughter rather ruins the effect. “I love you very much, but I will not ruin this cake for you.”

“Consider me told,” Kit laughs.

[noxtms]

*   𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃   : mwm fc and characters?

for characters, our most wanted would be : neville longbottom, lee jordan, xenophilius lovegood ( malfoy ), cormac mclaggen, rolf scamander, viktor krum, mundungus fletcher, dean thomas, michael corner, zacharias smith or our open weasley’s - bill, george, charlie or ron ! for face claims, lucien laviscount, brenton thwaites ( as a crabbe sibling ), laith ashley, alex wolff, ross butler, oscar isaac, justice smith, john boyega, alfie enoch, luke pasqualino, skeet ulrich, kiowa gordon, emre bey, harris dickinson ( as ron weasley ), oliver stark, michael b jordan, pedro pascal ( as eliza fawley’s husband, maybe also eulalia karkaroff’s ex ), jeremy pope, aria shahghasemi, chella man ( as neville longbottom ), michael trevino, fabien frankel ( as viktor krum ), theo james, diego luna ( as ian borgin’s eldest sibling ), kit young, alberto rosende, charles michael davis, sean teale, manny jacinto, archie renaux, mena massoud, nat wolff, jack o’connell ( as charlie weasley ), froy guttierez, peyton alex smith, oliver jackson cohen, lakeith stanfield, wilson duke, paul mescal, nick robinson, jordan gonzalez, forrest goodluck, diego tinoco, ryan potter, lee pace ( as xenophilius lovegood malfoy ), shamier anderson, tom payne, sendhil ramamurthy ( as amos diggory ), ben hardy, rish shah, nathan mitchell, frank dillane, tyler posey, rahul kohli, lordan lerman, joe keery, daniel henney, nico hiraga, aron piper, wolfgang novogratz, aldis hodge, chance perdomo ( as one of blaise zabini’s ex step siblings ), charlie rowe, robert pattinson, isaiah mustafa, aaron tveit, matthew goode ( as one of arthur weasley’s siblings ), robert sheehan, henry golding, aubrey joseph, drew ray tanner, jonathan daviss, danny ramirez, joe dempsie, omar ayuso, chase stokes, barry keoghan ( as seamus finnigan’s cousin ), berker guven, joseph quinn, kedar williams stirling ( as dean thomas ), brandon larracuente, michael evans behling, jordan calloway, dylan arnold, mason gooding, kofi siriboe, woo dohwan, zethphan smith gneist, mark mckenna, bright vachirawat, dev patel, keanu reeves, calahan skogman, sacha dhawan, max irons ( as the eldest karkaroff child ), raymond ablack, alex aiono, brandon flynn, drew starkey, justin h min, rege jean page, steven yeun, milo ventimiglia, manish dayal, taron egerton ( as george weasley ) or uraz kaygılaroğlu !

[athoshq]

The following characters have been accepted into Athos! Please get your account ready and send it into the main within twenty-four hours - if you need more time, let the admin team know and we will grant you an extension. We are excited to have you here and we can’t wait to see your characters in action!    

Odd as Ruaidhri Samos with the faceclaim of Alex Hogh Andersen

Ray as Damon Miles with the faceclaim of Jordan Calloway

Ray as Saulo Reis with the faceclaim of Marco Pigossi

Ray as Owen McAnthony with the faceclaim of John Cena

Vanjie as Kit Lovelace with the faceclaim of Mason Gooding

Melli as Mekhi Lincoln with the faceclaim of Ty Olssen

Melli as James Walsh with the faceclaim of Lee Pace

[redriv3r]

banshee:

BETHANY GRANT kate siegel.　36, she / her, lesbian, florist.

EMMA MARTIN bebe wood.　17, she / her, pansexual, student.

RYAN HUGHES nicole wallace.　18, she / her, bisexual, student.

humans:

CODY BURKE alyah c. scott.　26, she / her, demisexual, pe teacher.

OLIVIA ALLEN lana parrilla.　48, she / her, lesbian, town mayor.

RALEIGH SUTTON jessica sutton.　25, she / her, pansexual, bartender.

shapeshifters:

SARAH DRAKE elizabeth lail.　28, she / her, pansexual, elementary teacher.

sirens:

RIANNE DELMAR tori anderson.　20, she / her, pansexual, elementary teacher.

KALLAN DELMAR clara galle.　19, she / her, lesbian, tbd.

werewolves:

ALEXANDRA SUTTON rachelle lefevre.　35, she / her, heterosexual, bar owner.

EZRA SUTTON kit connor.　17, he / him, pansexual, student.

CIARAN SUTTON jake austin walker.　25, he / him, heterosexual, bartender.

DILAN KAPLAN hande erçel.　26, she / her, demisexual, receptionist.

PIPER HALE xaria dotson.　17, she / her, lesbian, student.

witches:

DANIELLE BRIGHT olivia s. welch.　17, she / her, discovering, student.

FREYA BRIGHT katie mcgrath.　32, she / her, bisexual, deputy.

HAZEL CALLOWAY sarah c. hook.　25, she / her, bisexual, counsellor.

NATHANIEL BRIGHT jesse l. soffer.　32, he / him, heterosexual, mechanic.

vampires:

ADRIAN FITZGERALD hugh dancy.　300+, he / him, asexual, librarian.

ALEC ALLEN gabriel guevara.　23, he / him, heterosexual, tbd.

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Introduction of my OFC for my Kit Tanthalos story

In a time when magic whispered in the winds and legends still danced with the stars, there was a child named Lyra Calloway. From the moment she drew her first breath, it was evident to all who gazed upon her tiny, fragile form that she was destined for greatness. Her parents, both wielders of ancient magic that had been passed down through generations, recognized the spark of enchantment in their daughter's eyes. They nurtured it, crafting her into a sorceress even before she could walk, let alone speak.

For the initial years of her life, Lyra's world was a symphony of spells and wonder. Her parents, benevolent magicians who traveled from village to village, brought with them not just awe-inspiring illusions, but a profound sense of joy and curiosity. They painted the sky with hues of magic, teaching their daughter the secrets of the arcane as they ventured, creating a tapestry of happiness that cocooned her existence.

One day, the winds of fate shifted the course of Lyra's life. Their nomadic journey led them to the edges of Tir Asleen, a city wrapped in an enigma and shielded by a powerful magic barrier. Lyra, her eyes wide with anticipation, clung to the tales she had heard about this mystical place. Her heart swelled with excitement as they approached Tir Asleen, the very thought of witnessing the magic barrier fueling her young imagination.

Yet, caution mingled with her thrill. Her parents, wise custodians of ancient knowledge, warned her against wielding her magic within Tir Asleen. Magic, they had told her, was a forbidden dance within those walls, a secret forbidden in the city since the year of Lyra's birth. The very thought of retribution hung heavy in their voices, and Lyra, despite her natural inclination to explore, nodded in solemn understanding.

Their journey, however, was destined to be a tapestry woven with tragedy. Ambushed on the outskirts of Tir Asleen, her parents became victims of an unseen vendetta, their magical defenses crumbling before a malevolent force. In the chaos that ensued, Lyra's mother's voice, laced with desperate urgency, pierced the night. "Run, Lyra," her mother's whispers echoed, barely audible above the clash of spells. "Run and don't look back. We love you."

In her innocence, Lyra obeyed. Her tiny legs carried her away from the nightmare, propelling her toward Tir Asleen. She reached the shimmering barrier, her eyes searching for the door her parents had spoken of, the hidden portal through which she could step into safety. But she didn't see anything. It was a heartbreaking sight — a child, alone and abandoned, waiting at the threshold of a city that held the promise of refuge.

Eight long days passed, marked by hunger, fear, and the distant echoes of her parents' teachings. Her resilience wavered, and just when hope was fading, a compassionate soldier discovered her, a fragile wisp of a girl, clinging to life like a flickering candle in the wind. Tir Asleen, a city that had shrouded itself in mystique, embraced her not as a foundling, but as a ward of the castle staff, destined to grow within its stone walls.

Within the grandeur of the castle, Lyra's magical origins were a forbidden secret, locked away like a treasured relic. She was not born within those walls, yet she became an integral part of the castle's heartbeat. The enchanting aura that had once clung to her like stardust was now a memory, a whisper in the corridors of the castle. As the years passed, she embraced a new role — that of a diligent lady's maid, her hands skilled in the art of service, her spirit veiled by the mundane routine of castle life.

Magic, once the guiding star of her existence, was now a tale of yore, a dream faded beneath the weight of her new responsibilities. But little did she know that destiny, the weaver of unforeseen tales, had not forgotten her. In the quietude of the castle, where the echoes of sorcery were but a distant memory, Lyra Calloway's extraordinary destiny awaited, poised to unfold like the petals of a long-forgotten flower, waiting to bloom once more.

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KIT SANTOS ( Andre Lamoglia ) is looking for their COLLEGE EX-FLAME. they should be LATE 20'S TO MID 30'S and look like Drew Ray Tanner, Alberto Rosende, Jan Luis Castellanos, Emili Sakraya, UTP. you DO NOT need to contact the player (@kitsantoss) before applying.

TYPE OF CONNECTION: romantic

FC SUGGESTIONS: Drew Ray Tanner, Alberto Rosende, Jan Luis Castellanos, Emili Sakraya, Adam Di Marco, Drew Starkey, Jordan Calloway, Brandon Perea, Brandon Laracuente, Sinqua Walls, Tommy Martinez, Sean Teale, Itzan Escamilla . 

DESCRIPTION: This would be Kit's only attempt at a relationship, a whirlwind romance that started in college, maybe they were in the same class and got assigned to do a group project together and from there grew a friendship that quickly turned intimate. They were reckless, passionate, albeit sometimes childish, but regardless Kit still misses him and his touch no matter what the day. The breakup was messy, but Kit still looks at his texts, and wonders if he'll ever see him again since he regrets not coming when they had plans to elope.