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she lied to more people than she was honest with, and marielle had to stop what felt like the proper smile falling over her face. this was felix, she could trust him, didn’t have to play someone else in front of him. “i have a few people in the works actually.” she said, feeling rather proud of herself for it. all this auradon kdis, raised on happy endings, so quick to believe a sad story and a simple smile. marielle couldn’t help but huff. felix was right, of course, he was always right when it came to trying to ground her, but that didn’t mean she liked to hear it. “they’re looking for a killer. worst comes to worst i can play this off as petty girl drama. besides, if anything the chaos should lead to opportunity. i can’t just sit and do nothing.”

felix let out a quiet hmmmmm and he narrowed his eyes a little as he examined her face. “yeah. i know. and i know you know what you’re doing. i’m just a little concerned. eyes are on us, you know.” he sighed and leaned forward in his seat so his elbows were resting on his knees, fingers threaded together. “can’t walk down the sidewalk without getting side-eyed.” he let his eyes move down to his clasped hands. “i need to ask you a favor. two, actually.”

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maia mitchell by riley taylor

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Iris twirled her umbrella in her hands, the sound of rain hitting it becoming a source of comfort. It was on days like this Iris felt the most comfortable, rainy days, she had stopped by her fathers to pick up a few more things. She was moving into her own apartment finally and just really wanted to be rid of things that reminded her of her childhood. Iris had hoped to see her brother there but he was out and about she supposed. She let the black leather of her boots kick through a puddly, the black fishnets that covered her legs becoming slightly damp with the action. Iris spotted someone who seemed to be without an umbrella and she approached them quietly. “Aren’t you a bit cold? It’s raining pretty heavy.” She stuck her umbrella out a bit to cover the person. 

Norah had regretted her choice to forego her rain jacket only a few minutes after leaving her apartment. The rain was brutal and cold that particular day, but she was running late and she had no choice but to brave it. Until someone came up behind her, scaring the living hell out of her, and covered her head with an umbrella. Hand on her heart she turned around, catching her breath. “You startled me,” she said with a laugh. “But yeah, I’m freezing, actually. I underestimated the clouds this morning.”

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                  ❝  I mean , ❞ he cradles the snowglobe in his hands , tilting his head as thoughts SWIM through his brain on her statement , ❝ I hope they like me. They kind of work for us ; I don’t really think I’d enjoy working for someone I didn’t like. Unless you mean … ❞ He trails off , obvious the thought making him grow flustered , judging by the way his cheeks grow quickly to match a fresh garden of sunset pink roses. He puts down the snowglobe , shaking his head. ❝ No , I don’t think … I don’t think it’d be … ❞ He looks back up at Norah with an attentive gaze , nodding his head as she tells her story. It’s obvious it strikes a chord , the smile creeping on his face one of interest and wonder. ❝ A hundred flowers … that sounds beautiful. I’d love to see that one day. ❞ Or receive that , but beggars couldn’t be choosers , and Sidon has no preference.  

“You know what I mean,” Norah teases, curling her fingers against her cheek. “You’re a prince, you’re nice, you’re not bad looking. It’s every girl’s dream to be swept off their feet by a guy like you. It’s all some of my friends ever talk about.” Her expression became a little more mischievous and she raised an eyebrow. “Are there any you like?”

She tilts her head down sheepishly upon his mention of the flowers. “I saved for ages to afford them. One of my favorite memories, actually. My parents were so proud, too.” She sat up, then, and gently poked his knee. “Hey. I bet if we made it a game we could pick a hundred flowers between the two of us.”

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Shawn Mendes photographed by Ryan Pfluger for New York Magazine

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Why are you letting me go on about my stupid problems?

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felix & myra ! ( @vcritys )

it hadn’t been her intention to stare, honestly. there was just something about the way the sun framed him, put him in the center of her vision with the intention of captivating her, put him in the center of her world so in the moment no one else mattered. she had walked through this courtyard a hundred times, perhaps even a thousand, which made the following event all the more unfortunate. 

myra didn’t know how long she’d been looking at felix but apparently it had been too long and the way the universe chose to wake up her up from her daydream ? with a mid morning swim of course. ass over tea kettle into the fountain all while maintaining a focus so direct on him that she might have made  him to look up through sheer force of will ( and certainly not because of the thunderous splash as she fell into the water ). 

lying in the water, praying that felix wouldn’t come over, myra felt the familiar sensation of her tail starting to overtake her legs. resigning herself to the water for a few moments, she wished for a moment it would swallow her whole as she heard approaching footsteps. 

felix had been seated on a bench, nose in a book, for quite a while before he started to feel someone’s gaze on him. he was used to being stared at - people from auridon still were pretty hostile to him and the other newcomers - but typically they moved on after a moment. but just as he finally made eye contact with the girl he assumed had been watching him for a while, she flipped back into the fountain.

he shot to his feet, dropping his book on the bench, and he rushed over in time to watch scales quickly cover her legs until they were merged into a long tale. he stood there, speechless, before he cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck with a grin on his face. 

“that went swimmingly,” he said, trying to ease the tension in the air. “water you doing in there? it’s a little fishy to sit in a public fountain, don’t you think?” he layered on the charm, sensing immediately that she wasn’t the type of person that would roll her eyes at the puns. when her shoulders relaxed he chuckled and knelt down so he could rest his elbows on the side of the fountain. “for real though, are you alright?”

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felix was seated in a chair, one leg resting on the other knee, his hands clasped together. it was clear he was deep in thought when his sister entered and he barely looked up to greet her. “i know that look,” he murmured, fumbling his thumbs mindlessly. “you’re working on someone.” he tilted his head to the side a fraction and gazed at her once she was seated on a nearby couch. “listen, i’m all for you doing what you need to do but i’m a little concerned that now isn’t the best time to be manipulating the golden children. everybody’s suspicious as hell.” @calcmitiess

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                    ❝ And then this - ❞ Sidon shuffles through the silvery backpack as he sits on the picnic table’’s bench , UNPACKING all of the items he’s collected so far and has to carry around - just for the other to see. The objects consist of pretty stones , books , jewelry , seashells , of course … ❝ - this , it was a gift from one of the servants my age in my mom’s castle. It’s a snowglobe. Looks almost like the castle in Atlantica … ❞ He muses , and indeed is he correct. He grins to himself as he flips the snowglobe over and then back up right once again , watching the glitters inside swirl around the beautiful sculpture inside. ❝ … I dunno why people kept gifting me things there. Especially the people there my age. I always thought it was NICE. ❞ Nice , of course , because Sidon’s entirely unaware a few younger servants in the palace could possibly be sweet on him.  

Norah’s face slowly crumples into a smile and she rests her chin on her fist as she watches the snowglobe and listens to him go on about it. “They give you things because they like you,” she replies. “It is nice. Just be sure to try and thank them properly. It’s the good thing to do. I remember when I was younger there was one maid who took care of my room and every day she’d bring me a flower.” She turns and peers up at the sky thoughtfully. “She always managed to bring a smile to my face, even when I was unhappy. So one day I got her a hundred flowers.”

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( maia mitchell, cisfemale, she/her, two ) ❝ hey that's NORAH CLAYTON from auradon, they’re the YOUNGEST child of JANE & TARZAN. they're TWENTY-ONE years old and always seem to remind me of GRASS-STAINED KNEES, HOPEFUL EYES, A TARNISHED GOLD WATCH, & HUSHED LULLABIES. you’ll notice that they're GULLIBLE but also pretty INTELLIGENT too. with all that’s going on, i heard they DON'T think the villain kids are responsible. 

i told myself i’d wait a week before taking up a second character but here i am. self control? i don’t know her. anyways here’s my sweet bun norah. you know what to do! give this a like or shoot me a message if you’d like to plot!

norah is a sweet baby angel child. she’s the youngest child of jane and tarzan and definitely has her dad’s energy and adventurousness.

she absolutely adores her family and would jump off a cliff for them. she has a very vibrant and positive energy about her and makes friends very easily.

she’s very trusting and chooses to assume the best about people and to be proven otherwise if that’s the situation. she’d give the shirt off her back if someone needed it.

you know the feeling of laying on grass under the stars after running around all day in the middle of summer? that’s kind of what being around her feels like. 

she loves music and plays the piano and the guitar and she writes lullabies. 

despite her innocence she’s actually really intelligent? her mother made sure she was well versed in every subject and it was an important part of her childhood and growing up. she still loves reading and the walls of her room are lined with books. she always has one in her bag. she always scribbles and doodles and underlines and highlights and bookmarks them.

she can easily be led astray. if someone gains her trust they really, really have it and she can be manipulated from that point. it takes a little while for her to realize what’s happening most of the time and even then she tries to come up with excuses bc in her mind people are ultimately good even if they do bad sometimes.

basically the purest person you’ve ever met. everything she does she does with everything she has. 

possible connections:

friends

2-3 best friends

exes

siblings

any sort of crushes (unreciprocated, mutual, etc.)

someone who has/wants to use her/manipulate her

idk let’s brainstorm my creativity is not working tonight.

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Maia Mitchell photographed by Simone Faoro

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( shawn mendes, cismale, he/him, one ) ❝ hey that's FELIX WESTERGAARD from the isle, they’re the OLDEST child of HANS. they're TWENTY-FOUR years old and always seems to remind me of CHILLED FINGERTIPS, TOUSLED HAIR, CHARMING GRINS, & THE ORANGE GLOW OF A CIGARETTE IN THE DARK. you’ll notice that they're VINDICTIVE but also pretty INTUITIVE too. i heard a rumor that their name WAS on the isle list.

hello hello! i’m c and i’m super excited to meet y’all! i’ll be writing for felix, son of everybody’s favorite norwegian asshole - hans. if you’d like to plot just give this a like or shoot me a message!

alrighty so felix is a relatively chill guy. i’d say he’s pretty true neutral; his reaction and participation in a situation depends on how it benefits him and who’s involved. he can save the day or completely crush someone. whatever seems most appropriate to him.

he’s more quiet and observant, but when he talks he defs has the skill to charm your pants off.

he was never super close with his father; he has felt all his life like he’s let him down and at a certain age he realized he just had to do his best to take care of himself and those he cares about whether he has his father’s approval or not.

that being said, like his father, he’s an excellent actor and can easily work someone’s image of him like clay. if he wants someone to think he’s a badass, it’ll happen. same thing if he wants someone to think he’s innocent and golden hearted.

he’s slow to anger but ?? when he does?? yikes. you better watch out. his rage is slow burning and can last a lifetime.

he’s a very good dresser. he always makes sure he looks good bc it’s easier to trust pretty people :))

smoking habit he tries to kick now and then but it puts him in a black mood and he ends up picking it up again.

he is perfectly capable and willing to stay in line and keep to himself unless someone gets in his way. if he likes you then you have a friend for life (and he’s a very good, attentive friend to have).

i’ll add some wanted connections after i eat dinner but i’m more than happy to brainstorm!

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Shawn Mendes in New Zealand

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pretty boy…