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my vibes arent off i am cursed theres a difference

#〤 — there is a meanness inside of me. 「 about. 」 #q

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i’m one of the lucky ones. because you survived? …aye, that too.

#〤 — i just want someone to call my own. 「 ships. 」 #rosewiltd

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍:  wonderland  masquerade  ball  .

Gonzo  didn’t  feel  like  sacrificing  his  own  comfort  for  Wonderland’s  masquerade,  choosing  from  his  usual  selection  of  off-white  or  eggshell  white  clothes  with  only  minor  alterations  made  to  try  and  break  up  the  solid  aesthetic  with  random  gold  clasps  and  tact-tussels  attached,  sandy  gold  features,  and  going  as  far  as  to  draw  on  one  of  his  sleeveless  button  downs  if  he  happened  to  take  off  his  overly  large  hoodie.  He  accessorized  with  a  few  rings  and  chainlink  bracelets  that  he  already  owned  and  found  a  full  face  clay  mask  online  that  he  picked  up  before  searching  for  one  of  Wonderland’s  entrances  with  the  rest  of  the  crew.

#〤 — leathers & denim. 「 wardrobe. 」 #descrevelries

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𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞

                        her    smile    brightens    and    she    nods    as    gonzo    says    he    understands,    as    if    it’s    really    not    that    hard    to    understand    magic    as    someone    who    doesn’t    have    it.    plus,    he    even    lives    on    the    isle!    a    place    where    there’s    no    magic    at    all,    or    there    used    to    be    none.    she    doesn’t    really    know    if    that’s    changed,    she    just    knows    that    everything    here    feels    sort    of    dead    and    cold,    maybe    allie’s    glad    that    she    hasn’t    come    here    before    and    alone.    not    only    would    she    get    lost    or    hurt,    she    would    have    to    deal    with    the    empty    feeling    that    the    dead,    shriveled    up    plants    around    her    bring.

                        “            oh,    i    do    have    a    garden!        it’s,    like,    my    favorite    thing    in    the    whole    world!        ”            a    dreamy    sigh    left    her    lips.        sometimes    she    finds    that    her    garden    is    easier    to    deal    with    than    people,    than    her    friends.        which    sounds    kind    of    silly    now    that    she    thinks    about    it,    because    she    doesn’t    have    to    water    or    tend    to    them.        but    she    does    have    to    care    for    them,    or    at    least    she    wanted    to.        which    was    similar,    she    supposed.        it’s    strange,    because    plants    were    friends,    but    friends    weren’t    plants,    obviously.        they’re    too    much    human,    not    enough    greenery.            “        sometimes    it’s    a    bit    hard    to    keep    up    with,    but    i    don’t    mind!        it    keeps    me    busy,    and    i    really    really    like    plants.        i    get    it    from    my    mom,    cause’    she’s    a    garden    fairy.        ”

                        allie    tilts    her    head    to    the    side    curiously,            “        it    could    be    anything,    there    are,    like,    a    million    plants    besides    flowers.        good    ones    and    bad    ones.        well,    not    bad    ones,    but    just        …        more    dangerous    ones.        like    poison-y    or    ones    that    have    thorns.        ”            has    he    really    never    seen    any    plants    before?        she    understands    the    flower    part,    because    she    hasn’t    seen    any    flowers    on    the    isle    during    the    brief    times    she’d    been    on    it.        and    she    knows    that    they    wouldn’t    survive    there.        so    him    never    seeing    any    flowers    makes    sense,    but    plants?        she    swore    someone    had    said    something    about    a    forest,    and    that’s    at    least    trees,    probably    grass    and    moss    too.            “        have    you    never    seen,    like,    any    ferns?        or    moss?        or    even    trees?        ”

                        the    fairy    girl    beams    as    she    sees    his    amusement    flourish,    she    even    made    him    laugh!        she    wrinkles    her    nose    slightly    at    his    words,    but    she’s    still    smiling.            “        ew,    i    hate    gloves.        which    is    pretty    stupid    i    guess    cause’    they    could    solve,    like,    all    of    my    problems.        they’re    just    so        …        fancy    feeling,    constricting    too.        ”            she    shrugs,            “        i    guess    it’s    good    then    that    i’m    not    you,    cause’    i’d    like    totally    just    burn    my    hands    off.        ”

                        gonzo’s    face    shifted    away    from    the    amusement    that    had    once    been    there    and    allie    frowned,        “        it’s    just    a    fairy    thing.        all    these    stupid,    bad    things    happen    to    us    because    of    all    of    the    cool    stuff    we    can    do.        or,    i    guess,    normal    fairies    can    do.        i    can’t    do    much.        ”        the    small    frown    gracing    her    features    doesn’t    last    long    before    she    perks    up    again    like    a    puppy.            “        did    you    know    that    if    you    pour    sugar    or    salt    in    front    of    a    fairy    they    have    to    count    it    all?        like,    by    the    grain.        every    single    one.        it’s    so    stupid    but    really,    we    can’t    resist    it.        ”

𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲,  content  as  she  pondered  on  her  flower  garden  and  gonzo  couldn't  help  but  smile  at  her.  having  something  that  brought  you  happiness  was  important,  while  the  rest  of  the  world  might  seem  foreboding,  it  was  nice  to  have  something  familiar  and  safe  to  fall  back  on.  it  was  how  gonzo  felt  about  the  forge.  no  matter  what  path  he  was  on,  he  always  found  his  way  back  to  it.  ❝  that's  cool,  ❞  gonzo  said  encouragingly,  ❝  it  sounds  like  you  really  love  it.  ❞

gonzo  listened  to  allie  as  she  spoke  about  the  different  kinds  of  plants  it  could  be,  he  had  a  faint  idea  of  just  how  many  existed  thanks  to  noelani  but  he  never  really  paid  close  attention  to  it.  he  never  really  had  to.  the  most  lively  plant  he  had  contact  with  growing  up  was  the  moss  in  the  corner  of  his  old  cell  back  in  the  horned  kings  dungeon.

❝  right,  yeah  .  .  .  lani  has  some  of  those,  the  dangerous  ones?  i  think  most  of  the  plants  that  grow  around  here  are  dangerous  but  you  have  to  actually  go  find  them  because  uh,  most  of  the  isle  is  —  you  can't  grow  anything.  ❞  gonzo  finished  uncertainly,  ❝  i've  seen  moss!  the  trees  in  the  wilds  are  more  like  dead  skeletons  than  what  auradon  has  and  .  .  .  are  ferns  those  ones  that  kind  of  —  ❞  gonzo  put  his  hands  together  side-by-side  and  spread  his  fingers  out  trying  to  immitate  a  plant  he  had  seen  in  auradon  once  but  frowned  as  it  looked  more  like  a  bird.  ❝  sorry,  allie.  i  really  don't  know  anything  about  plants.  ❞

gonzo  snorted  when  she  explained  part  of  the  reason  why  she  didn't  like  to  wear  gloves,  ❝  fancy?  what  kind  of  gloves  have  you  been  wearing?  mine  are  massive,  they  make  me  look  like  a  cartoon  character  when  i  wear  them.  ❞  gonzo  said,  ❝  yeah,  no  one  wants  you  to  burn  your  hands  off.  i'm  keeping  you  away  from  the  forges.  ❞

though  by  the  sound  of  things  allie  probably  hadn't  had  any  intention  of  going  to  the  forge  if  metal  was  such  a  problem  for  her.  ❝  well,  i  haven't  met  any  other  fairy's  before  so  i  don't  know  if  this  counts  but,  i  think  you  can  do  a  bunch  of  stuff.  like,  you  keep  a  whole  garden  of  plants  .  .  .  i  can't  do  that.  ❞  gonzo  offered  briefly  before  allie's  excitement  made  him  blink,  ❝  wait,  seriously?  so  if  i  threw  some  salt  on  the  ground  you'd  have  to  count  it  all?  not  that  i'm  going  to  do  that.  ❞

#naivetm #naivetm ; 001. #〤 — heart of the rotting king. 「 arc vii. 」

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GONZO  EDITS :  social  media  1 / ? ft.  the  official  black  anvil  instaroyal  account

With  @janefaery‘s  help,  Gonzo  creates  a  social  media  account  for  Black  Anvil,  the  blacksmith  forge  and  storefront  that  he  inherited  from  his  mentor  Reeva.  Despite  being  a  small  Isle  business,  the  account  gains  popularity  quickly  due  to  the  range  of  creations  available  not  only  for  purchase,  but  for  commission  as  well.

credit.

#my edits. #〤 — i am hungry & hollow. 「 aesthetics. 」

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𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲

@zzozo· || x

        He made it look easy. One moment stretched and sprawled without a care upon the sand, the next on his feet! Chasing after the group of fly-by water bombers armed with water guns and water balloons and the speed of mischief. Henry, conversely, was armed with naught but long legs and a mission of vengeance. 

        The chase was long, the path wild and blind, but, eventually, he caught a sleeve. Gonzo’s sleeve, to be specific. And Henry gave a triumphant laugh (HA!) when the momentum wasn’t enough to pull it back out of his grasp. Henry pulled. Wound his hand into the fabric and, in general, reeled his captive in. His laughing carried up from the soles of his feet and the foot of his soul as tried to wrestle the water gun away from Gonzo.

        “You’re a menace,” he accused, “and you’re caught – give it up!”

𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝.  gonzo  sprinted  down  the  sand  dunes  of  the  beach  with  henry  turner  hot  on  his  heels  after  a  surprise  attack  with  the  super  soaker  that  jane  had  given  him.  gonzo  had  managed  to  convince  a  few  others  to  join  him,  soaking  the  sunbathers  and  the  volley  players  without  warning.  gonzo  took  random  turns,  leaping  over  washed  up  driftwood  and  logs  hoping  that  henry  would  lose  interest  or  motivation  eventually  but  he  should  have  known  better.

henry  caught  his  sleeve  and  gonzo  made  a  noise  between  a  startled  yelp  and  a  nervous  laugh  as  he  was  pulled  back.  gonzo  held  the  water  gun  as  far  out  of  henry's  reach  as  he  could,  huffing  and  puffing  as  he  tried  to  wrestle  himself  out  of  henry's  grip.  ❝  i'm  amazing,  ❞  gonzo  countered,  breathlessly,  ❝  no  way!  you'll  have  to  take  it!  ❞

#lighthouseborn #lighthouseborn ; 001. #〤 — home is where the heart is. 「 arc viii. 」

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𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧

@zzozo·  gets  a  gratuitous  #descbeachparty  starter !

AH,  THERE  HE  IS.  THAT  MOTHERFUCKER.  of  course  dylan  remembered  the  person  that  tackled  him  over  an  edge  into  the  ocean  below.  he  ruined  what  could  have  been  a  perfectly  good  meal  for  the  mermaid,  but  kept  him  entertained  that  night  and  had  occupied  his  thoughts  ever  since.  not  many  would  attempt  to  take  on  a  mermaid,  especially  in  the  water.  it  was  kind  of  impressive.  and  kind  of  hot.  and  naturally,  dylan  wasn’t  going  to  limit  that  entertainment  to  a  one  night  engagement.

no,  when  he  saw  gonzo  at  the  beach  party  he  also  saw  an  opportunity.  he  waited  for  the  perfect  moment,  and  when  it  finally  came,  it  was  his  turn  to  tackle  the  other  into  the  ocean,  laughing  even  as  they  both  went  under  water.  

𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭  𝐬𝐞𝐞  𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠.  one  minute  he  was  laughing  at  johnny  as  desiree  flipped  him  onto  his  back  in  the  sand  dunes  and  the  next  dylan  had  his  arms  around  his  waist.  gonzo  made  a  loud,  undignified  sound  in  the  back  of  his  throat  as  he  was  half  carried,  and  half  tackled  into  the  beach  waves.  he  didn't  have  much  time  to  react,  taking  in  a  breath  moments  before  he  was  submerged  beneath  a  wave.  dylan's  laughter  was  the  last  thing  he  heard.  it  was  a  nice  laugh.

gonzo  blinked  against  the  sting  of  salt  water  in  his  eyes,  catching  a  glipse  of  dylan's  wild  hair  before  he  shoved  a  hand  into  his  face  and  struggled  back  to  the  surface  where  he  sucked  in  a  breath.  ❝  you  are  paying  for  that,  ❞  gonzo  threatened  but  the  corners  of  his  mouth  were  pulled  into  a  feral  grin,  shifting  to  kick  dylan  away  from  him  and  shove  himself  back  up  to  his  feet.  it  wasn't  too  deep,  the  waters  only  barely  came  up  to  his  hips.  gonzo  braced  himself  against  the  water  and  in  the  sand  as  he  gestured  to  dylan  to  come  closer.

#neverafters #neverafters. dylan reyes ; 002. #〤 — home is where the heart is. 「 arc viii. 」

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𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧

ULF  NIGHT  was  new  to  dylan,  who’s  parents  were  split  between  auradon  and  the  isle.  alana  was  royalty,  second  daughter  born  to  king  triton,  so  grandfather  dearest  pulled  some  strings  to  make  sure  his  grandson  stayed  in  auradon  even  as  the  barrier  was  put  up  around  the  isle  and  kelby  reyes  was  banished  with  the  rest  of  the  neverland  mermaids.  ulf  night  was  new  to  dylan,  but  it  was  exciting  and  the  mermaid  was  thrilled  to  play  their  little  game  of  hide  and  seek.  it  helped  that  there  were  plenty  of  unwitting  fish  to  drag  out  to  sea  too.

the  fairy,  allie,  was  going  to  be  his  easiest  prey  of  the  night,  separated  from  her  demon  boyfriend  and  hiding  somewhere  in  unfamiliar  territory.  ( she  wasn’t  very  good  at  hiding,  maybe  she’d  make  a  better  seeker. )  he  didn’t  have  to  search  long  before  he  saw  her  sitting  up  in  a  tree.  he   chuckled  under  his  breath  as  he  closed  the  gap  between  them,  thinking  this  was  almost  too  easy.

just  as  the  thought  crossed  his  mind  though,  he  heard  a  voice  calling  out,  ‘hey!’  and  before  he  could  properly  react,  a  body  was  slamming  into  him  …  so  naturally,  dylan  grabbed  onto  whoever  tackled  him,  and  they  both  went  tumbling  over  the  edge  and  into  the  waters  below.  he  didn’t  let  go  even  as  they  crashed  into  the  ocean  and  went  under.  he  thought  about  staying  below  the  water and  holding  his  attacker  under  with  him  but  he  curiosity  got  the  best  of  them  and  they  both  broke  through  the  surface  of  the  water,  dylan  never  letting  go.  “if  you  wanted  to  go  for  a  swim,  all  you  had  to  do  was  ask,”  he  teased,  wading  in  the  water  as  his  legs  transformed  into  a  tail.

𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝  𝐡𝐢𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐚  𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫.  gonzo  had  always  burned  a  little  hotter  than  most  people,  some  figured  it  had  something  to  do  with  his  job  as  a  blacksmith,  others  assumed  it  had  more  to  do  with  his  nature  but  gonzo  had  never  really  given  it  much  thought.  all  he  knew  was  that  sudden  drops  in  temperature  seemed  to  affect  him  worse  than  others.  it  was  like  being  submerged  in  ice  and  if  he  hadn't  prepared  himself  for  it  he  probably  would  have  gasped  and  gotten  a  mouthful  of  salty  sea  water  for  his  trouble.

where  gonzo  had  let  go  of  the  other  as  soon  as  they  had  hit  the  water,  dylan  seemed  set  on  keeping  his  arms  wrapped  around  him.  gonzo  would  be  the  first  to  admit  that  he  hadn't  really  planned  for  what  he  was  supposed  to  do  once  he  had  the  merman  off  of  allie's  case  and  he  hadn't  really  thought  about  what  to  do  if  dylan  didn't  let  him  go.  gonzo  blinked  against  the  dark,  trying  to  bring  his  legs  up  to  kick  dylan  off  of  him  but  they  were  practically  sandwiched  together.

gonzo  sucked  in  a  deep  breath  the  moment  dylan  brought  them  up  to  the  surface,  shaking  his  hair  out  of  his  face  as  he  planted  his  hands  on  dylan's  shoulders  and  chest  to  give  him  a  hard  shove.  ❝  very  funny,  ❞  gonzo  said,  breathlessly,  pointedly  trying  to  ignore  the  way  the  water  shifted  as  the  lower  half  of  dylan's  body  transformed,  ❝  what's  your  deal,  going  after  allie  when  you  know  her  boyfriends  trying  to  find  her?  ❞

#neverafters #neverafters. dylan reyes ; 001. #〤 — home is where the heart is. 「 arc viii. 」

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gonzo  blushes  like  an  anime  character  and  i  just  think  that’s  cute

#〤 — post. 「 ooc. 」 #tamaki suoh who

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𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝

starter  for  @zzozo·

“Hey,  hey,  hey!”  Ford  said  cheerily,  sliding  to  a  stop  in  front  of  Gonzo  and  grinning  wildly,  somehow  managing  to  come  across  as  someone  that  should  be  bigger  than  they  were  in  order  to  match  their  energy.  “So,  gotta  question!  There’s  going  to  be  a  fire,  right?  And  for  a  fire,  you  need  wood,  so  you  want  to  help  me  gather  wood?”

Probably  not  since  Gonzo  had  a  super  soaker,  but  Gio  said  she  wouldn’t  help  and  Edwin  was  off  flirting,  Reed  was  drunk,  and  he  didn’t  know  where  Soren  was,  but  Anise  hadn’t  come  at  all.  His  team  was  out  of  the  question,  so  that  meant  Gonzo  was  his  first  choice.  “Or  do  you  know  people  that  will  get  wood  with  me?  Or  are  we  setting  something  on  fire?”

𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐨  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐬  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝  𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝  to  a  stop  in  front  of  him,  kicking  up  sand  and  beaming  like  the  sun.  ❝  hi.  ❞  for  a  moment  the  blacksmith  could  only  blink  at  him  owlishly  but  slowly  his  expression  seemed  to  soften  as  one  side  of  his  mouth  curled  into  a  grin.

gonzo  had  already  suspected  that  ford  was  the  kind  of  person  to  have  a  lot  of  energy,  just  from  his  activity  in  the  public  forums  but  seeing  it  in  person  only  reaffirmed  his  first  assumption.  it  was  a  nice  change.  gonzo's  grin  widened  the  longer  ford  went  on,  a  rapid  fire  of  words  and  questions  one  after  the  other  with  no  sign  of  slowing  down.

❝  ford,  ❞  gonzo  stressed  as  he  raised  a  hand  like  that  might  ease  the  onslaught,  ❝  yeah,  i'll  help  you.  ❞  he  said,  amusement  tangled  within  his  voice.  ❝  all  i  know  is  that  we'll  need  a  bonfire  and  there's  going  to  be  fireworks,  no  clue  if  we're  supposed  to  be  setting  something  on  fire  but  hey,  it's  still  early.  ❞

#faetaels #faetaels. wilford clayton ; 001. #〤 — home is where the heart is. 「 arc viii. 」 #he cute ngl

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𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞

OKAY  — so  maybe  she  went  a  little  overboard  shopping  for  rash  guards  for  gonzo,  but  when  he  asked,  she  couldn’t  say  no  and  she  hadn’t  made  any  …  yet.  ideas  were  already  brewing  in  her  head,  but  the  beach  party  was  so  last  minute,  she  didn’t  have  any  time  to  prepare.  so  she  went  shopping  and  picked  out  different  pieces  for  gonzo  to  choose  from.  she  made  her  own  bikini,  and  found  a  rash  guard  to  wear  on  top.  now  it  was  gonzo’s  turn  to  go  shopping  from  a  rack  in  the  cottage.

tapping  her  lips  with  one  finger,  she  pretended  to  think  it  over  with  a  hum.  “nope,”  she  replied,  exaggerating  the  pop  on  the  p.  she  stepped  closer  and  ran  a  hand  along  the  garments  before  returning  her  gaze  to  her  friend.  “it’s  not  just  about  how  they  look.  it’s  about  how  they  feel.  i  want  you  to  be  as  comfortable  as  possible,”  she  explained  with  double  meaning  behind  her  words.  “please?  for  me?”  she  asked,  jutting  her  bottom  lip  out  in  her  signature  pout  because  it  worked  every  time.

𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.  it  wasn't  that  he  didn't  appreciate  the  effort  that  evie  had  gone  into  —  truth  be  told  he  was  shocked  at  just  how  much  work  she  had  put  in  for  him.  when  he  had  asked  if  she  knew  anything  about  top  half  swimming  wear  options  for  men,  he  had  expected  more  of  a  recommendation  to  a  shop,  instead  there  was  enough  options  to  fill  someone's  closet.

gonzo  glanced  at  her,  brows  risen  with  hope  as  she  appeared  to  consider  his  question  only  for  gonzo  to  make  a  face  at  her  confident  'nope'.  gonzo  met  her  eye  as  she  looked  back  at  him,  her  expression  sincere  enough  to  make  him  to  make  him  shift  awkwardly  on  his  feet  as  he  felt  a  tentative  pang  of  appreciation  upon  evie's  double  meaning.

❝  yeah,  okay  !  ❞  gonzo  exclaimed  the  second  evie's  lower  lip  jutted  out  but  the  corner  of  his  mouth  threatened  to  tug  upwards  into  a  smile.  ❝  .  .  .  you  don't  have  to  pout  about  it.  ❞  gonzo  mumbled  with  a  shake  of  his  head.  he  set  the  hanger  aside  and  pulled  his  hoodie  off  over  his  head,  shaking  his  hair  out  of  his  face  and  slinging  it  over  the  back  of  one  of  the  cottage  chairs.  ❝  how'd  you  even  find  all  of  these  so  quick?  you  didn't  buy  them  all  did  you?  ❞

#misflirt #misflirt ; 001. #〤 — home is where the heart is. 「 arc viii. 」 #descbeachparty

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I’M  BURNING  THE  CANDLE  NOW  AT  BOTH  ENDS…

INDEPENDENT  AND  SELECTIVE  JANE,   AS  BLESSED  BY  MINNIE.

#promo tag. #ah yes gonzo's yoga buddy

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what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  what  did  you  do?  𝐢  𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭  𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫.

#descendants rp #disney descendants rp #disney rp #open descendants rp #sp tag.

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― @misflirt​  gets  a  beach  party  lead  up  starter .

𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝  at  the  rack  of  what  he  imagined  were  handpicked  shorts  and  shirts  or  various  colours  and  fits,  accepting  the  first  hanger  with  an  expression  like  gonzo  was  preparing  for  the  shirt  to  spontaneously  combust  in  his  hands.

❝  do  i  have  to  try  them  all  on?  can't  i  just  pick  one  and  that's  it?  ❞

#misflirt #misflirt ; 001. #descbeachparty #〤 — home is where the heart is. 「 arc viii. 」

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄’𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒  .

bold  ―  applies  always  italic  ―  applies  sometimes

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  /  𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒  :

is  submissive  |  is  dominant  |  prefers  to  top  |  prefers  to  bottom  |  likes  to  switch  |  identifies  as  heterosexual  |  identifies  as  homosexual  |  identifies  as  bisexual  |  identifies  as  asexual  |  enjoys  sex  with  men  |  enjoys  sex  with  women  |  enjoys  sex  with  multiple  people  at  one  time  |  initiates  |  waits  for  partner  to  initiate  |  spits  |  swallows  |  prefers  sex  in  the  morning  |  prefers  sex  at  night  |  prefers  sex  at  any  time  |  no  sex  drive  |  low  sex  drive  |  average  sex  drive  |  high  sex  drive  |  hypersexual

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘  /  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  :

small  build  |  medium  build  |  athletic  build  |  muscular  build  |  curvy  build  |  voluptuous  build  |  wears  boxers  |  wears  boxer  briefs  |  wears  briefs  |  wears  lingerie  |  goes  commando  |  shaves  /  waxes  |  doesn't  shave  /  wax  |  cup  size  a  -  c  |  cup  size  d  -  f  |  1-5"  in  length  |  6  -  9"  in  length  |  10"  or  over  in  length

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒  :

is  silent  /  makes  little  to  no  sounds  |  is  very  quiet  |  is  very  loud  |  grows  in  volume  over  time  |  bites  hand  /  partner  /  pillow  to  muffle  themselves  |  calls  out  partners  name  |  curses  |  fakes  /  exaggerates  |  prefers  a  quiet  partner  |  prefers  a  loud  partner  |  is  turned  on  by  dirty  talk  |  is  turned  off  by  dirty  talk

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍-𝐎𝐍𝐒  /  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒  :

having  their  hands  pinned  |  pinning  their  partners  hands  |  having  their  hair  pulled  |  pulling  their  partners  hair  |  being  watched  by  their  partner  |  being  watch  by  a  third  party  |  watching  their  partner  |  receiving  oral  |  giving  oral  |  calling  their  partner  daddy  |  being  called  daddy  |  giving  praise  |  receiving  praise  |  biting  /  marking  |  being  bitten  /  marked  |  spanking  |  being  spanked  |  teasing  |  being  teased  |  having  toys  used  on  them  |  using  toys  on  their  partners  |  giving  anal  |  receiving  anal  |  choking  |  being  choked  |  dirty  talk  |  being  tied  up  |  tying  their  partner  up  |  being  worshipped  |  worshipping  their  partner  |  humilitating  their  partner  |  being  humiliated  |  degrading  their  partner  |  being  degraded  |  knife  play  |  blood  play  |  being  pegged  |  pegging

tagged by :  nada tagging :  @neverafters​​ ( dylan ), @rosewiltd​​,  @handbitten​​ ( frannie ),  @forhearts​​,  &  you  ♡

#〤 — not a wolf but he bites like one. 「 stats. 」 #minors don't interact #nsft

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𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥  ♡  𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 ? independent mutually exclusive evie grimhilde from descendants loved by kt

#promo tag. #pretty promo pretty girl pretty kt

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𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃    𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ↳↳    sent    from  @janefaery

there’s  a  little  basket  left  for  gonzo  that  contains  a  little  knit  frog  with  a  frown,  a  handmaid  woven  bracelet  of  yellow,  green,  and  brown,  and  a  bag  of  salt  water  taffy.  A  little  note  is  folded  with  gonzo’s  name  on  it,  the  inside  reading  ❛  gonzo,  everyone  calls  you  grumpy  and  i’ve  never  agreed.  I  think  that  you  can  be  methodical  to  the  point  of  blindness  at  times,  but  i  also  think  that  you’re  patient  and  kind.  Thank  you  for  everything  you’ve  done  to  help  me,  thank  you  for  taking  the  time  to  explain  things  to  me  instead  of  giving  up,  thank  you  for  joining  me  for  yoga,  and  thank  you  for  a  dozen  other  things  that  i  don’t  have  room  to  name.  Fingers  crossed  that  you  can  put  up  with  me  a  little  longer  and  you’ll  come  out  to  the  beach  this  weekend,  i  think  you’ll  have  fun.  ❜

𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝  𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞'𝐬  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤  the  moment  he  saw  the  little  basket  left  for  him.  a  year  ago  ―  hell,  even  a  few  months  ago  ―  gonzo  would  have  eyed  the  basket  with  suspicion,  convinced  that  it  was  a  trick  or  a  deception  concealing  some  horrible  prank  or  poison  or  any  number  of  terrible  things.  but  jane's  gift  baskets  had  become  part  of  life,  finding  them  filled  with  baked  goods  or  random  practical  items  to  help  him  or  the  crew.

gonzo  peeked  through  the  basket  curiously,  plucking  the  knit  frog  from  it  with  a  slightly  furrowed  brow.  gonzo  held  it  up  to  his  eye  level  and  snorted  when  he  realized  that  his  expression  was  mirroring  it.  he  squeezed  its  belly,  the  floppy  arms  and  legs  moving  with  it  as  it  seemed  to  fold  over.  he  had  never  had  any  kind  of  stuffed  animal  before  and  while  he  knew  he  was  a  little  old  for  them  now,  he  found  himself  liking  the  little  guy  anyway.

he  set  it  back  inside  the  basket,  finding  the  handwoven  bracelet  of  yellow,  green  and  brown,  the  colours  that  gonzo  usually  wore  and  slipped  it  easily  around  his  wrist  without  much  thought.  he  inspected  the  bag  of  salt  water  taffy  for  a  second  before  he  saw  the  little  note  tucked  inside.  he  grabbed  it,  flipping  it  open  with  his  thumb.

he  noted  the  critic  thoughtfully,  he  certainly  didn't  mean  to  be  so  caught  up  with  his  own  order  that  he  was  blind  to  everything  else  and  tucked  the  thought  aside  for  later.  gonzo  quickly  became  embarrassed  as  he  read  the  rest  of  jane's  note  and  as  heat  climbed  into  his  cheeks  and  his  ears,  gonzo  tugged  on  his  earlobe  awkwardly,  casting  a  glance  around  himself  just  in  case  anyone  saw  the  dopey  smile  on  his  lips.

he  slipped  the  note  back  into  the  basket,  chewing  on  his  lower  lip  absently  as  he  considered  the  beach  party  that  was  supposed  to  happen  over  the  weekend.  gonzo  hadn't  decided  if  he  would  go  or  not  ―  not  that  he  didn't  like  the  beach.  he  loved  the  beach  actually,  he  loved  swimming,  wrestling  on  the  sandy  dunes  or  in  the  shallows,  he  loved  trying  to  body  surf  with  no  board.  but  he  also  knew  that  there  would  be  a  lot  of  auradonians  going  and  going  to  the  beach  and  swimming  usually  meant  he  wouldn't  be  wearing  a  lot  of  clothing.  gonzo  frowned  at  the  little  knit  frog  for  several  painfully  long  seconds  before  he  flicked  a  message  to  evie.  he  wasn't  going  to  let  a  couple  of  weird  looks  keep  him  from  having  fun  with  his  friends.

#janefaery #descbeachparty #〤 — in character answers. 「 inbox. 」