#thai jones

[ayo-edebiri]

Maybe if you feel it, you should chase it.

Twisters (2024) dir. Lee Isaac Chung

[honeylatteworld]

(FANART) Heartstopper as Thai High Schoolers AU

Because of they were in Thailand AU. Sepak takraw is very popular sport at here!

Thai student uniform rules is very strict. Darcy who hates to wear it correct have to run away from teacher everyday 🤣

(Same as me, I hated tugging a shirt in a skirt and loved to wear sneakers more than leather shoes 😂)

Hope you enjoy my arts. Kudos and comment will be appreciated 💖

[itsametaphorbriansblog]

Eddie accurately predicting the musical trends of the late 70s and how if the six didn't evolve they would have been forgotten it's so precious to me

[seagull-scribbles]

Idk what happened! One minute I’m Reading the MMPR x TMNT comics and admiring how pretty the style is, laughing at how openly gay these two are- and then suddenly, my hand slipped

[tadeojonesmemes]

His dance moves are very similar to Tad's dance moves, lol

Thank to @everything-is-hard for the video link

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Source

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFpbcCSn/

The video scene is at minute 5:35. P.S. There are no subtitles in the video ;(

[maru-x-idrew]

[vadergf]

Had a dream that Dream was a student at my high school and I knew he was Dream but didn’t reveal it ‘cause I had a major crush on him but was too shy to go up to him and chat with him ‘cause he was really hot anyway the demons got me but at least I am free

I've had a dream where he was my college professor it was so bad I was like in the front row answering question

[big-tees-and-short-skirts]

im so sad i couldnt go trick or treating:((( i was too sick and it was so freaking cold out

[quillandqueer]

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones | Many Covers Monday

UK | Catalan | Portuguese

Chinese | Croatian | US

UK Folio | Chinese | Thai

Vietnamese | Spanish | ebook (unknown)

[jaimeski]

here’s qsmp character names in thai script the pronunciation is the same as english i use their native language pronunciation as a reference also so for funsie i’ll write them in both the proper way of english to thai lexical borrowing and in the way that teenagers/internet would write (long story for next time on why) AND if i’d see some thai person with that name

tldr: the template would be “lexical borrowing” - “internet lingo” - “y/n that i would see this name irl”

English Speakers

BadBoyHalo: แบดบอยเฮโล or แบดบอยฮาโล depends on how you pronounce halo - แบ้ด (just the word bad) - the “boy/บอย” part is actually a common name in thailand

DanTDM: แดนทีดีเอ็ม or just แดน - แดน or แดนทดอ (dan + how you’d pronounce the abbr “TDM” in thai) - dan is a common name

FitMC: ฟิตเอ็มซี or just ฟิต - ฟิต - i’ve never seen anyone with this name but i could see this name popping off in the next generation

Foolish: ฟูลิช - ฟูช like foosh - nope not happening

IronMouse: ไอรอนเมาส์ - ไอรอนเม้าส์ or หนูเหล็ก (literal translation of ironmouse in thai) - NO

Jaiden: เจเดน - เจเดน - i could see some interacial/gen z parents naming their child this

Lenay: เลเนย์ - เลเน่ - i could see it i have a friend named เนเน่ (nené) that’s close i think

Nihachu: นิฮาชู (this is weird asf to write in thai) or นิกิ (niki) - นิกกี้ (pronounced nikki) - yesssssssssss นิกกี้ is somewhat common and it’s cute af

Philza: ฟิลซา or ฟิล - ฟิว - yes? but it wouldn’t be “phil” but something like “fill” or “field” don’t ask why (side note: the za part is a super famous part of thai gamer nametag in late 90s so me and my friend like to joke about phil being secretly thai)

Quackity: แควกคิตี - แคว้กคิตี้ - do i really have to answer this

Slimecicle: สไลม์ซิเคิล - สไลม์สิเคิ้ล or just สไลม์ - naur

Tina: ทีนา - ทีน่า - definitely yes

Tubbo: ทับโบ - ทับโบ้ - definitely not

Wilbur Soot: วิลเบอร์ ซูต - วิลเบ้อ - yeah but the parents have to be so snobby

Spanish Speakers

Carre: คาร์เร - คาเร่ - no

ElMariana: เอลมาริอานา - มาริอาน่า - yes without the el

ElQuackity: เอลแควกคิตี - เอลแคว้กกี้ (elquacky) - ……….

Germán: แฮร์มาน - they will just wrote เจอร์มาน/เยอรมัน like that language german - i could see เยอรมัน “german” being the name

Luzu: ลูธู - they will say ลูซู (lu-zoo) - maybe in twenty years

Maximus: แมกซิมุส - แมกซิมัส (the english pronunciation of maximus) or แม๊กโซ่ (maxo) - แม็ก (max) is a common name

Missa: มิสซา - มิสซ่า - no

Pol: ปอล or พอล idk which is closer - พอล - this is actually hilarious bc in thai/khmer we have the name that spells “pol” too but it’s pronounced more like พล “pohn” as in pol pot

Rivers: ริเวอร์ส - ริเว้อ - yes definitely it’s a beautiful name

Roier: รอแยร์ or รอเยอร์ - รอเย้อ - nope

Rubius: รูบิอุส - รูเบี้ยส - not a chance

Spreen: เอสปรีน - สปรีน (they will pronounce it sa-preen) - don’t think so

Vegetta: เวเกตตา - เวจีต้า or เวจีตา (like how foosh pronounced)- if you want your kid to be bully so yeah (db is also huge here but in like late gen x - early gen y)

Willyrex: วิลลีเรกซ์ - วิลลี่ (just willy) - วิลลี่ yes if you’re wasian

Portuguese Speakers

Bagi: บาจิ - บาจี้ - nope

Cellbit: เซลล์บิต - เซลบิต - no.

Felps: เฟลปส์ - เฟล้ป - i think you could pass it as that swimmer’s last name some people are crazy

Mike: ไมค์ - ไม้ค - is a common name and my cousin’s name is also mike

Pac: แพ็ก - แพ้ค - is a legit name but uncommon

French Speakers

Antoine Daniel: อองตวน แดเนียล - อองตวน แดเนียล - อองตวน (antoine) became somewhat popular in the past year bc there’s a boxer with the same name

Baghera Jones: บาเกรา โจนส์ - บาเกร่า - nope

Etoiles: เอตัวล์ - เอตัว - no but there’s a bakery shop called saint etoile and every time i pass it i always have a picture of cubito etoiles in little twin star costume flashes in my head

Kameto: คาเมโต - คาเมโตะ - naur

Pierre: ปีแยร์ - ปิแอร์ - yes but you need to be wasian or it will not suit your face

Korean Speaker

악어: อากอ - อากอ - i could see it since most people love south korea

[marauderswolf22]

idk why but i feel like part of the latest plot would be that remus is a suspect too but after they've built some feelings for each other and sirius is so passionate and determined to defend him (which is good bc rem didn't do anything bad), and after remus is finally free and the allegations are gone they meet on a rainy road and say stuff like "at the end you are not a slothful bastard you know?" and kiss ofc

wolfstar prompt

gritty small town cop Remus Lupin is partnered with city slicker Sirius Black on a huge case

[sashaisready]

Chapter Twenty - Of course I did

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

Warnings: Dark content, mention of guns/shooting, descriptions of dead bodies and blood, threats/suggestions of sexual assault, minor character fatally wounded/dying, reader is frightened/in danger

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 21

Series Masterlist

You’re not sure how much time has passed when you’re awoken by shouting. You must’ve fallen asleep, which makes sense as it’s so late, although you aren’t sure what time it is exactly. You instinctively go to check for your phone but then remember they have it. Your body is exhausted from the stress of all that has happened. You have a headache, the wine from your date has already transitioned into the beginnings of a hangover and you haven’t had any water in hours. The Thai dinner you so enjoyed earlier now feels heavy in your stomach. The gash on your cheek stings sharply, the bleeding has mostly stopped but not entirely. You feel dizzy, losing blood from your wound most likely not helping that.

The sound of yelling again jerks you to attention, the adrenaline coursing through you as your fear unfurls once more. You can’t make out what they’re saying until the door crashes open and bodies rush into the room. You try to count the number of feet you can hear on the floorboards but can’t figure it out. Two of them, you think? Three? They’re shouting out your name, their voices thick with anger. You can’t see them but you know they must have guns raised, searching every square inch for you.

One of them tries the light switch but grunts in frustration when nothing happens. You can hear the snap of plastic as he forces it up and down. Seconds later the room is partially illuminated by flashlights, the circles of light flitting around the room.

You swallow, clasping your hand over your mouth to mask any sounds you might make involuntarily. You stood a good chance in the dark where they couldn’t see you, but once that light hits you…then you’re done for.

“Come on sugar, come out come out wherever you are…” one of them sneers mockingly into the darkness.

You can’t see him but you just know it’s Rumlow.

“I’m gonna ring Jones’ neck for this” snarls another voice.

“Don’t worry, Pierce will take care of him” replies Rumlow darkly.

They chuckle for a moment as they scour the room.

“I’m gonna make this bitch pay when we find her” says the other voice again.

“Let’s just hope she’s not been too used up by Barnes for us to have some fun with her” laughs Rumlow. “I wanna rearrange her guts”.

Your stomach drops and you choke back a wave of nausea as they edge closer to your hiding spot. You’re seconds away from discovery now. Should you leap out? Use the element of surprise against them?

Don’t be stupid. They have guns. They’re infinitely stronger and faster than you. They most likely have combat training based on how they’re dressed. Maybe it would be better to go quickly, though. To be shot in the head and be snuffed out in an instant after you jump out - rather than be slowly tortured and sexually assaulted and God only knows what else.

You think of your family. Your friends. Wanda. Everything you didn’t get a chance to say to them all. All of the love you have for them. You think of the bakery. You think of your contentment as you bake, happily frosting cupcakes and humming to yourself as you sing along to the radio. You’d give anything to be there now. Hell, even baking in your tiny apartment kitchen would be a luxury. You’d never take it for granted again if you made it out alive.

You hold onto that image in your head to help calm you and give you hope, grounding yourself with the memory and keeping yourself sane. One of the flashlights reaches your corner of the room and moves closer to you. Everything goes into slow motion. You hold your breath as the light reaches the edge of your dress...

But then.

A scream cuts through the air. A clear scream. From somewhere beneath you. Rumlow and the other man or maybe men spin round, their flashlights ripping away from where you are and instead turn to face the door.

“What the…” Rumlow starts.

And then there’s another scream which cuts him off, and then the crystal clear roar of gunfire. You tense up. It seems to be coming from the corridors beneath you.

“Jesus Christ” spits out the other man.

In seconds you hear their heavy feet as they stomp out of the door and rush back down the stairs.

You freeze, panting. You can hear more now. There are more bullets, it must be a machine gun the way the sounds are rattling through the air like that. There’s muffled shouting and crying out from below.

It goes on like this for some time, your eyes are wide like saucers as you press your ear to the floorboards. You try to make out something they’re saying. Anything. Any hint as to what’s going on or who is shooting. But it’s all lost in a sea of bullets and yelling.

And then…silence.

Your stomach drops again. You know what that means. There’s nobody left.

Could it be…?

No. Surely not. He said he wasn’t coming. Why would he come? The last thing you said to him was that you were going to give him to the feds.

And if it’s not him, it’s only a matter of time before they find you too. You’re a sitting duck up here. You were lucky enough to get out of it once, but it wouldn’t happen twice.

Against all of your instincts you emerge from your corner and tiptoe across the attic. You’re barely thinking, just on autopilot. You open the door gently, careful not to make any noise. You squint as you leave the darkness and take each stair warily as you descend, listening out for any tell-tale sounds of what’s going on. But there’s only silence.

Your face stings and now you’re back in the light you can see your chest and dress is covered in old blood. You can feel the hardened stain on your cheek too, mixed with the remains of your tears. You’re shrouded in a thick layer dust from your hiding place in the attic, your ripped dress hanging pitifully off you. You can only imagine how you must look.

As you step out into the hallway you gasp. The wall in front of you is decorated with bloodstains. A few feet away a man is slumped onto his front, laying facedown in a pool of his own blood. From the way the blood has hit the wall his insides must be swiss cheese. You deduce that it’s one of the men from the attic. He didn’t get very far.

You’ve never seen a dead body before. It’s frightening. Not like in the movies. He looks almost inhuman with his impossible stillness. Stiller than a person should ever be. You can smell copper in the air from his blood, the stench of sweat and gunpowder lingers in your nose and makes your stomach churn.

You creep around him and swallow back your nausea. Around the next corner you see Rumlow flat on his back. He made it a bit further. His eyes are closed and circles of deep red splatter his torso. You inhale sharply, stepping around him carefully. You notice that his weapon is gone, whoever finished him off must’ve taken it with them.

You nearly scream when you feel a pressure on your ankle as you stalk by. You look down and to your horror Rumlow has his cold fingers gripped around you. He is still alive, but barely. His hand feels like ice. Staring up at you through squinted eyelids, you can see the fear on his face as his lifeforce is gently ebbing away from him. He tries to speak but can only groan, making a nauseating gurgling sound and you realise his internal injuries are taking hold as the light fades from his eyes.

It’s too much. You begin to break into a sprint. All of your fear from the evening comes tumbling out and you can’t stop. You know you should be quiet, carefully inspect what’s around each corner before you come barrelling around them, but all of that dies as the adrenaline courses through you.

As you fling yourself through the hallways you find them littered with more bodies and bloodstains. Puddles of blood are everywhere, stains of grisly footsteps of the retreating victors brazenly weaved around the fallen. There must’ve been even more of them than you saw in the warehouse. You don’t see Pierce amongst them, but then you aren’t really looking too carefully.

There are angry red blemishes splattered across the walls and your bare feet hurt when you step on bullet casings but you can’t stop now. You shimmy around each fallen figure as you aimlessly continue to run, unsure of where you’re going or if you’re turning back on yourself but just knowing that you need to keep going. Keep going. Keep going. Don’t stop.

You don’t know when you started crying but your tears don’t slow you down. You whip around another corner only to find yourself bouncing off something, the force of your speed means the impact is hard and it knocks you onto your back.

You begin to scream as you sit up and realise you’ve hit a person. An alive person, not a body. A man. A man with a gun. And your fear takes over. You can’t even look at him properly as you know this is it now, this is where your luck runs out. End of the line.

There are arms on your shoulders and someone is talking at you but you can’t hear any words, can’t see their face through the haze of your tears. It’s only when they begin to shake you gently when you realise…

Sea blue eyes.

Sea blue eyes looking into yours. You know those eyes.

Bucky.

You gasp as his features finally become clear in your vision. You can see his lips moving but can’t hear what he’s saying as you stare up at him. You reach out and clutch at his chest as if checking it’s really him and he’s really there. His face is contorted in concern and there’s a worrying amount of blood on his shirt. Not his, though. You can guess that. Suddenly it’s like your ears are switched back on and you can hear him again.

“Doll? Doll? Are you alright? Say something, baby?” His voice is panicked, strained with fear as he places his assault rifle onto the ground. You eye it anxiously.

“Bucky?” you ask weakly. 

Maybe you’re hallucinating, maybe you were shot seconds ago and this is your brain’s confused final flourish as you succumb to the darkness.

“Is it really you?”

His concern morphs into a relieved smile and you melt inside.

“Yeah it’s me, Doll. I’ve got you, don’t worry” he soothes.

You hurl yourself at him, clutching at his torso and throwing your arms around his back as you move your head into the crook of his neck. Squeezing him tightly with relief, pawing at him to check he’s really there. He picks up your legs and you wrap them around his waist, clinging onto him for dear life.

“You came” you whisper into his ear.

“Of course I did” he says matter of factly. “Where have you been Doll? We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Have to say I laughed when they told me you’d got loose and they’d lost you somewhere. Those assholes didn’t know who they were dealing with, huh?”

You ignore his question, gazing back at him with confusion.

“But…you said you weren’t coming? In the text?”

Bucky chuckles, his tone soft as he searches your face.

“I knew immediately those messages weren’t you. You know how mushy those fucks made you sound? I knew it was HYDRA and sent a bunch of my guys here with me to get you out. I just wanted to throw Pierce off the scent to buy us time.”

You gawped at him stupidly.

“You really think I’d leave you here, Doll?” He furrowed his brow, studying you.

“Well…yeah. We had that fight. You said…” you muttered.

Bucky narrows his eyes. “I would never leave you to die, Doll. No matter what happened between us”.

He looks at you with a flash of anger and hurt amongst the relief, clearly wounded that you’d think so little of him.

He lowers you off of him and carefully places you on the ground. “Can you stand?”

You nod, steadying yourself on the wall as your feet hit the floor. Bucky keeps a hand firmly on your waist as he inspects your face. You flinch as his finger brushes against your cheek wound. He huffs with rage.

“Those fuckers. Those stupid assholes” he mumbles furiously.

“It was…” you go to tell him about the nail in the attic but he cuts you off.

“They’re never going to hurt you again, alright? I’m so sorry Doll. I’m so sorry this happened, it’s all my fault” his voice sounds small, broken. He cups your chin tenderly. “I’m sorry that I didn’t protect you…”

Your eyes widen as you realise the gravity of his words when they hit you and a rush of emotion surges within.

He was right.

Before you know what’s happening, you reach out and slap his face. He glares back at you in confusion, touching his cheek where you struck him. You can’t stop yourself, pummelling his chests with your fists as you unravel, all of the stress, fear and anger pouring out of you like an unstoppable tidal wave.

He catches your wrists and holds them tightly in place, you howl with frustration at how powerless you feel.

“This IS your fault James” you bark at him. “How the fuck am I caught up in your turf wars?? We aren’t even DATING. I get wrestled into the back of a van and hauled off to some warehouse in the middle of nowhere with some psychopathic gang…tied up and hunted down…and then there’s a fuckin’ massacre…”

You trail off when you notice he’s smiling wistfully at you.

“What?” you scoff in disbelief. “How can you possibly be smiling right now?”

“I’m just happy you’re okay” he says softly. “You can yell at me all you want, hit me all you like, because for a while there I wasn’t sure you’d ever be able to yell at me again”.

You’re caught off guard by that. You hadn’t even thought about how he might’ve felt through this. You feel a twinge in your heart. He was scared. He thought you were dead. You stare into his big blue eyes and your mouth falls open slightly at the intensity of his scrutiny.

Before you know it you’re on him, kissing him for the second time that evening (maybe morning now?) The kiss is desperate and passionate, eager and hungry. He presses you up against the wall and you can feel him panting, his hands are all over you as if doing an audit of your body. It’s as if he’s affirming that all of you is still here. He kisses your neck, your shoulders, your arms. You momentarily forget that you’re covered in your own blood, or that he’s covered in the blood of men he gunned down.

He pulls away and begins to whisper in your ear. He tells you he’s sorry, for this, for all of it. He tells you he’ll never let anything like this happen to you again. He tells you how brave you are, how smart you were to get away. You allow yourself to get swept away by his words, soothing you and comforting you, your eyes closed as your arms are draped around his neck.

“Buck, you here?” comes a voice from around the corner.

Your body tenses as your survival instincts are still heightened but Bucky kisses your cheek after feeling your posture shift. “Don’t worry, it’s just Steve” he whispers soothingly.

“We’re here” he calls back.

Steve emerges from around the corner. He’s sweaty and blood spattered like Bucky, clutching a rifle. His face lightens when he sees you.

“Hey - there you are” he says sunnily.

You smile back at him. A genuine smile, possibly the first one you’d ever given him.

“Here I am”.

He looks you up and down, struck by the contrast to how you looked when he saw you earlier. Then…pretty in your date outfit and heels, hair and make-up slightly askew after a few glasses of wine but still intact. Your eyes fiery and passionate as you gave Bucky a dressing down. And now…your face was bloodied, some sort of injury across your cheek. Your dress ripped and blood soaked, a layer of dust dirtying your arms. You were barefoot. Your mascara had run down your face in thick black streaks and your hair was knotted and tangled. Mainly he was struck by your eyes, now dulled and frightened. No sign of the heat he had seen earlier. You just clung on to Bucky’s side meekly.

But you were alright, that was the main thing, and he was relieved. You may be Bucky’s girl but he had grown fond of you too. He thought you were good for his best friend, challenging him and keeping him on his toes. Buck needed that in his life. A partner to be his equal, not merely a sex toy.

He was also relieved for Bucky’s sake. He had gone wild when he got the messages, throwing his whiskey glass across the room and yelling. They were just leaving for the night, he’d run to him and didn’t understand what had happened. Bucky was apoplectic, shouting and throwing furniture. He knew you’d been taken, he knew it was Pierce. He ordered them to round up as many men as they could, emptying out the weapons storage as they followed the location pin. They’d even called in a favour with Stark who was more than happy to lend a hand after learning that Pepper’s star baker was in danger - sending over reinforcements and a few extra top of the line rifles.

The car ride was quick as they sped, but Bucky was silent throughout, his eyes focused out on the road. The only sign he was tense were his hands, clenched into tight fists at his sides.

“She’ll be alright. We’ll get her out, Buck” Steve had told him.

Bucky just smiled thinly and nodded, the worry etched over his face. He had turned back to look out at the road again…

“Perimeter is clear, Buck” Steve explained.

Bucky nodded “Thanks Steve”. He stepped forward to leave and you gripped him harder. He turned back and took your hand.

“C’mon Doll, let’s go home” he beckoned, guiding you through the halls.

[nattaphum]

With K-pop stars securing several high profile ambassadorships recently, Dior is looking farther afield in Asia for new faces to represent the brand's menswear.

The luxury house has tapped Thai actors Nattawin Wattanagitiphat, better known as Apo, and Phakphum Romsaithong, nicknamed Mile, as its newest men's ambassadors for the country.

"Apo and Mile are very cool guys. I really love their attitude and I think they are the perfect ambassadors to represent Dior," menswear creative director Kim Jones told WWD.

OMG !!!

[maru-x-idrew]

[traviscooldown17]

It is, now, Mr. Skunk {He grins.} If you got a problem with it, we can spar. I just so happen to be self taught in Boxing. Maybe Muay Thai, if you wanna get serious. Unless that smell right now was you just shitting your pants. {This fuckin' kid was getting cocky here.}

Anyaaaa... we have a problem.

Someone brought another weed-laced pie on board. 200mg worth, this one.

A pair of Curlys had some, and so did another person. I've got one Curly coming to medical, but I'm gonna need help with three patients.. -☆

Oh gosh. I'm... honestly not surprised. Heading there now :)

[jornalmagico]

AS CONTRATAÇÕES

A quarta etapa da task: ACABOU A MAMATA!

Confira a lista de vagas de emprego abaixo.

OOC: Alguns perdidos acabaram sendo colocados em dois empregos por serem trabalhos mais flexíveis; sendo assim, caberá ao player decidir se irá manter ambos os empregos para o seu personagem ou escolher apenas um E CONTATAR A CENTRAL SOBRE A DECISÃO CASO SEJA ABDICAR DE UM! Quem não contatar a central, será considerado que ficou com os dois.

Vocês já podem começar a aplicar as contratações nas interações de vocês. Em breve será postado aqui no blog do Jornal como funcionará a nova rotina de aulas do Centro de Contenção de Crise levando em consideração as contratações dos perdidos. E lá na central falaremos sobre como ficarão as vagas que sobraram e como elas poderão servir para futuras aplicações de perdidos, mas vou deixar vocês absorverem as contratações primeiro e me contatarem caso tenha erros para podermos organizar!

(!) Lembrando que foram MUITAS vagas, uma média de 5 vagas por perdido, então eu tive que cortar algumas e dei preferência para vagas mais "fáceis" de disponibilizar duas contratações para cada perdido (ex: dançarino, músico, etc que também podem trabalhar como assistentes em outros horários).

(!!) Personagens canon, não apaguem os links que vocês me enviaram com as vagas. As que sobraram serão disponibilizadas para perdidos que entraram depois da task no RP.

Academia da Magia

Assistente de desejos (Fada Madrinha): Darcy Coleman @pegueinopulo

Pesquisador auxiliar (Feiticeiro): Damla Ataman @investigctor

Biblioteca principal

Bibliotecário: Robert Jones @navegadorsolitario

Bibliotecário auxiliar: Julien Waybright @generclcorvo

Bombom Boon Chocolate Latte Boon

Atendente e vendedor: Nittha Kittivat @gataquepinta

Casa da Ópera

Cantores: Lee Teoh @taeohact / Bae Kayn @eitacarvalho / Valerie Williams @sapatinho34

Músicos: Coralie Wong @corclie / Julien Waybright @generclcorvo

Assistente de palco: Gwendolyn Aster Hepburn @swampdolyn

Roteirista: Reyna Andersen @feracinefila

Especialista em perdidos: Consuela Cortez @sucks4me

Chez Remy

Auxiliar do chef: Fiamma Armellini @thelavagirl

Atendente/recepcionista: Carter Knight @mestrecarter

Delícias da Vovó

Atendente: Bae Kayn @eitacarvalho

Confeiteiro auxiliar: Allison Jung @alllreturns

Endlos Motel

Recepcionista: Reagan Maria Brown @garotadapintura

FairySmiles

Auxiliar de dentista: Devon Saunders @devsndrs

Floricultura Blooming Affairs

Artista Floral: Chloe Waldron @chloewcldron

Contadora: Cassandra Santiago @notchapeleira

Guarda Real

Guarda pessoal da Rainha Legítima: Damla Ataman @investigctor

House of Devil

Maquiadora e cabeleireira: Flávia Rakelly Oliveira @outlxw

Modelos: Lee Taeoh @taeohact / Ginevra Liao @princesaginny / Asli Kuvanci @thcunknown / Flávia Rakelly Oliveira @outlxw

Instituto de Ciência Mágica

Segurança do Prédio: Darcy Coleman @pegueinopulo

Técnico de manutenção de Equipamentos: Mary Anne Evans @perdidadragon

Joalheira Bejewelions

Auxiliar administrativo: Fiamma Armellini @thelavagirl

Linha de Pesquisa de Jane Porter

Assistente de Laboratório: Robert Jones @navegadorsolitario

Assistente de Pesquisa: Victoria de Leon @allburnin

Assistente de Divulgação Científica: Consuela Cortez @sucks4me

Marmoreal Produtos Artesanais

Atendente/faz-tudo: Thomas Olsson @tomclsson

Mystic Mirror SPA

Massoterapeuta: Olimpia Liao @sbagliatos

Consultor de vendas: Asli Kuvanci @thcunknown

O Grandioso Cinema Mágico

Atendentes: Loren Hawkins @hiloren / Reyna Andersen @feracinefila

Raiders Sports Arena

Professores/técnicos esportistas: Thomas Olsson (futebol) @tomclsson / Loren Hawkins (esgrima) @hiloren

Mestres/senseis de artes marciais: Valentina Santiago (muay thai)

Sinister Mirage

Dançarinos: Sofia Bourbon @svfiawitch

Instrumentistas: Coralie Wong @corclie

TaskBandits

Pessoa tecnológica/mágica: Mary Anne Evans @perdidadragon

Teatime Tea Shop

Atendente/barista: Gwendolyn Aster Hepburn @swampdolyn

Sommelier de chá: Devon Saunders @devsndrs

The Terpischore

Anfitrião: Ginevra Liao @princesaginny

Toca do Coelho: Jardim Botânico

Biólogo: Olimpia Liao @sbagliatos

Guia turístico: Chloe Waldron @chloewcldron

Outros:

Assistente/faz-tudo (Mushu): Yeongsu Han-Winstanley @copostanley

Assistente pessoal (Cinderela): Valerie Williams @sapatinho34

Assistente pessoal (Jasmine): Sofia Bourbon @svfiawitch

Assistente pessoal e aprendiz de magia (Rainha Má): Victoria de Leon @allburnin

Comediante da Corte (Rainha Branca): Allison Jung @alllreturns

Companheira para chá da tarde (Rainha Branca): Amelia Kwon @amelunar

Cuidador de Rajah (Jasmine): Saskia Nähr @theunwantcd

Dama de companhia (Rainha Branca): Saskia Nähr @theunwantcd

Escritor que escreva sobre a Rainha Branca (Rainha Branca): Julieta Magnolia Chesapeake @causethatsiconic

Musa (Coelhão): Amelia Kwon @amelunar