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hannahhook7744 · 1 month

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Do you think the BDA members would keep a journal and/or a diary?

Ace McCard of Wonderland:

By choice? No.

By force via school assignment that he never bothers to touch after the fact? Yes.

Avalon Mim-Knightley of the Isle:

Yes.

But it's mostly full of everything she knows about the Mims and her imagining what her relationship with each and every member would be pre-meeting them.

She burns it after Maddy accidentally reads it.

Bill Cook of Wonderland:

Yes, but it's a handmade cook book with notes that tell just a little too bit about his life.

Chester Chatty of Wonderland:

Yes.

But absolutely nobody other than Ace and Red can read it because he writes in it upside down (messily) and in code, and half of the words are doodled over or smudged.

Chloe Charming of Cinderellasburg:

Yes.

She started keeping one after Chad did because she was itty bitty and wanted to be like her big brother (who mellowed out as an adult but at the time she didn't know what he was like to others in highschool). Anyway, she ended up enjoying it and now looks back at other old journals to see what she was like.

Though unlike the others she's very aware that others could potentially read it because Audrey told her about how others read and wrote in hers.

So she doesn't write anything too incriminating in there.

But she does very much write musings on Red, like you suggested in your own post and (before Red noticed her), she wrote about how jealous she was of Ace because she wanted Red to look at her like that.

(And after Red noticed her and Ace came back no longer having any romantic interest in Red, she painted over those pages so that absolutely no one could find out what she used to think of Ace).

Danny Stuart-Darling of Darling Coast:

Yes.

It has little doodles of Neverland, fairies, pirates, etc in it too (he also hides it in his wall).

Dee Tweedle of Wonderland:

Yes.

Though no one can really read it besides Twee because most of the words are smudged and there are splashes of ink/paint everywhere because she usually writes very fast due to her energy.

She writes in it no matter the emotion she's feeling even with her sharing her emotions with others.

Dora Dormington of Wonderland:

Yes but she usually ends up destroying the pages she writes in so that Twee (when she's working for the Queen of Hearts because not much other choice) and the Queen of Hearts can't ever read what she writes.

Mainly because she knows it'll probably be considered treason.

Eddie Balthazar:

A personal one?

No because he has absolutely no energy for that between going to school, taking care of his parents and the cats, his detective work, and all the various jobs he does to survive.

A shared one he and the BDA have as a 'bonding exercise' yes but he doesn't write in it often.

Edith Athanasiou of the Isle:

No, she thinks it's stupid.

Elle Athanasiou of Tirulia:

Yes, because it helps her keep a good hold on her temper/emotions.

She started keeping one as soon as she learned how to write because her therapist that her parents got for her after she was adopted suggested it.

Everlee D'Aquire of the Isle:

Yes, but absolutely no one wants to read it because of how scary some of the things she writes are.

(Her friends all learned the hard way not to read other people's journal, from her)?

Glauco White of Charmington:

No.

He doesn't really like touching paper more than he has to after the Evil Queen turned him into a tree.

Hadie Athanasiou of the Underworld:

He used to but he stopped because he kept accidentally burning it to ash when he got too upset/angry (like Lava Girl in 'The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl').

Harry Badun:

Both personal and shared, yes, because in his words 'detectives need dairies for improvement' and 'team bonding'.

Hermie Bing:

Yes.

She uses colorful ink and doodles all kinds of clowns, animals, and tricks in it and in the group's shared journal.

Jace Badun:

Yes but only when he's pissed off or writing in the group's shared journal.

Katy Pillar of Wonderland:

Yes and it's rather boring.

It also smells like smoke.

Khalil Hunterson of the Isle:

Nope.

He's not really interested in them.

Lada Haggins of the Isle:

Tried to do one but got bored half way through.

Lazarus Stromboli of the Isle:

Yes, but it's more of a dream journal than a regular journal/diary.

Maddox Hatter of Wonderland:

Yes.

It smells like tea and is mainly filled with ideas for inventions and rambles about Red's recklessness and his fears for her safety.

Miriam Monroe of the Isle:

Yes.

It's filled with rants about her mom, ideas about how her brother might be like as a person, and theories on who her dad might be, and absolutely nothing else.

Panos Imp-Coachmen of the Isle:

Yes but if you read it, it will give you anxiety because it's filled with his anxious ramblings.

Paro Imp-Athanasiou of the Isle:

Yes.

Panos accidentally read it once and had nightmares for months because it's mainly filled with Paro's fascination over the pain he can't feel and doodles of graphic horror movie scenes.

Red Hearts of Wonderland:

Yes.

It's filled with rants about everything she hates regarding Wonderland and her parents and her feelings for Ace (back when she had them) that turned into feelings for Chloe.

You can pin point the exact moment she realized she was into girls (Chloe specifically) in the diary.

Reza Vizer of Agrabah:

Twee Tweedle of Wonderland:

Yes.

He writes both a personal journal that is filled with all the random ideas he has, things he wants to learn about, and past traumatic experiences and takes part in the team bonding exercise that is having a team journal.

Shan Deja of the Isle:

Yes but it's only filled with descriptions of fights she and the other have been in.

Yes.

It helps her keep her emotions in check, which when she was working for the Queen of Hearts she definitely needed (especially with Red frustrating her like she did, even though it wasn't really either of their faults).

Zuri Crocuta of the Isle:

Yzla Sorcerer of Enchania:

Yes.

She writes in both the team journal and a personal one.

In her personal journals she complains about Zevon's antics, how they drive her mother crazy, how much she hates her grandmother and her aunt, how much she misses Lil Yaz, how worried she is for Zim and Zam, and how complicated her feelings regarding her father (Cedric)'s work are.

Not really.

She didn't really learn how to write until she got to Auradon because her mom couldn't teach her how to do it with her hands, and none of her team mates or mentors thought to teach her since she didn't go to school.

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mademoisellebianx · 6 months

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Just thought of the most fucked-up, insane story plot for a pairing I've been shipping since the early 2000s. 🤡🤡🤡

#pretty sure I'm the only one shipping them now. there's like....3 of us in its glory days lol.#this bitch is more niche than santino/eric #the tragedy of shipping a pair from a fighting game #but god are these fuckers fun to play around with narratively. chester is one hell of a character.#bandai namco was cooking when they wrote his character #and kierkess. what an absolute banger of a character design. So very Gender. I want him. I want to be him.#i know kierkess and chester banged at least thrice before the events of CotS: Chronicle 10 - WHO SAID THAT

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potatosimstuff · 2 years

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While playing with AI art was fun, nothing beats the Sims themselves, so here are all the Sims I used in their full glory.

#TheSims4 #Clyde #Gregory #Eric #Palmer #Ernesto #Yuuki #Chester #Omario

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madmarchhare · 2 years

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Robert of Iron: hope you like no stealing

This one isn't as long as the last, but I hope you all like it. Sorry about the steal bit, I am distrusting of the internet.

Made for the 'Old Knight' writing prompt for the DnD thing, I know it's early, but I'm impatient.

Sleepy, this isn't the story idea, it was just a short story I finished today, hope you like regardless.

An old man sat in a great leather chair in a cold room, the plain stone walls surrounding him covered with furs, linen tapestries and a grand assortment of beautiful weaponry that had never once been used for their purpose. He was a man of rather diminutive stature, as he had been his whole life allotted only with a mere 5’ 5” of height. Yet, he was in no way lacking of presence.

His chest was broad, with shoulders to match, dressed in a great fur cloak, pinned together with iron badges, worn as if they were gold. His stomach was flat, toned from a past he disliked, his legs dressed in silver linens and his feet in fine leather boots. Finally his face was squarish, his chin and neck covered by the shadows of silver bristles that he had left untended, unbothered. His nose was large on his face, a scar decorating it as it streaked diagonally across it, an unmanaged bramble of a moustache stuffed underneath it. His hair was as silver as everything else, but was flecked by the odd black hair that had resisted the invasion of time that had beset the man: it was trimmed short, barely an inch in length, standing at attention in various directions like a silver hedgehog.

He looked out over a dying fire in front of him, his eyes amber affairs specked with gold, like sparks from a fire, but now dulled with age, stuffed under a pair of thick eyebrows.

The latch of the door behind him clattered about, the door being peeled open slightly as a young woman peered past it’s edge into the room. “Sir?” the woman let out into the room, looking at the back of the red leather chair she knew her master sat in. “Sir Robert?”

“What?!” Robert snapped out, his gruff voice rumbling through the room like thunder, making the young woman wince as she shuffled further into the room, shutting the door behind her.

“T-there’s a message for you from sir Helmuth.” The young woman stammered out, her young voice quavering, still looking at the back of her masters chair.

“Well? What did it say then?” The voice called out from behind the chair, punctuated by the sudden snap of a log on the fire.

“Sir, I think this was only meant for yo-”

“I know bloody well that you’ve already read it, so spit it out!”

“Of course sir,” the woman replied, rushing to pull open the well re-sealed message not daring to risk getting a detail wrong, quickly pouring herself over it to refresh her memory. The young woman cleared her throat, clicking her armoured heels from reflex, “He wishes to know if you would be willing to reconsider your decision not to return to the knights.”

The woman looked over to her master, hearing the chair shift from his movements. “Then you shall tell him that neither I nor God himself would be willing. I stayed longer that I was told I should have to, so I shall not be easily dragged back.”

“The First knight, Sir Helmuth also wrote, that,” the woman grunted slightly, fingering the collar of her breastplate, “if you refuse this summons… You will be executed on grounds of treason,” The young woman was silent for a moment, a silence matched by her master, “it has the royal seal, it’s no bluff Sir.”

Silence thundered throughout the room, crushing everything in it, her armour no more effective than tin to it’s assault. Suddenly Robert leapt from his chair, the massive leather beast rocking on it’s feet from the force. He whirled around, his cloak billowing about behind him like a storm cloud as he strode forward his steps echoing out like thunder. The woman tried to duck out away from the man she outstood by a foot, looking after him with a boiling mixture of curiosity and terror. Far more for the fate of the First knight that that of her master.

She rushed after him, always only able to catch a sight of his billowing cloak as he marched through the twisting corridors of his manor. She had always loathed the feeling of being outpaced by a man older than her father, especially considering the former had fewer toes on his feet than he ought to. As she whipped her head around a corner into a long hall she realized she had lost sight of him, feeling a cold sweat dowse her brow out of worry of what he could be doing out of her sight.

Then from a room just ahead of her, in the middle of the hall, she heard the sound of rummaging and clinking steel along with an assortment of curses that tumbled through the door. She walked over to the door in question, it was for the storeroom. One of four in the house. She peered past the doorframe into the room to see her master, pulling chainmail over himself, his old armour laid out before him on top of his removed cloak.

“Sir Robert, what are you doing?” She asked, trying and failing to disguise the worry in her voice. He looked over to her, his expression a snarl somewhere between fury and melancholy.

“I am going,” he responded harshly, gritting his teeth as he pulled on his gauntlets, pulling the clasps taught.

“Going where Sir?” she asked, her eyes darting about the assortment of weaponry laid about the room between beautifully bound books, rolled tapestries and various trinkets and fineries.

“To that bastards summons, and drop the ‘sir’ nonsense,” he grumbled out as he pulled the bottoms of his armour toward him.

“Pardon?” She replied surprised, leaning down slightly as she took a step closer.

“Bloody fool,” Rober muttered to himself, making it clear he had ignored her, “summoning me back. When a man gives you his words that he’s done, I should not expect it to ever begin again! Calling me back for some bloody stupid thing as this!” He grumbled out as he pulled on his armours, hopping on one unbooted foot as he did the other. The woman looked at her master with exasperation, her nerves slowly uncoiling from the knots they had been twisted into. “You,” Robert suddenly snapped out, making her snap to attention again, “go tell one of the porters to pack things, tell him it’s for Spring trip, he’ll get it.” He ordered out, his voice quite clear.

“Yes sir!” she responded, giving him a salute as she began to turn away.

“And pack for yourself as well, your coming with me, along with that boy Erica.” She froze at this, turning back to her master with a shocked expression on her face.

“Huh?” Robert looked at her with a stern expression, making it clear he was not joking. “Sir, I beg your pardon, but why do you need me, I’m sure that-”

“Did I ask for protests, Orin?” He rumbled out, fixing his other gauntlet onto his hand. Orin looked back at him nervously, then gave a jerky nod and dashed off to her duties, staring down at her feet as she did so, an expression of terror etched into her face. She found Erica first, in the training room next to a punching bag suspended from the ceiling, pummelling it with his fists.

Erica, despite the name, was a young man of about twenty, a few years Orin’s junior. He was about the same height as her, and about the same build, though with smaller hips and longer legs. His arms were covered in tattoos, shouting out the various names of gangs he had been pulled into when he was younger by his brother, near a dozen in all, along with various flowers. They were rather thin, never manging to bulk up like her or their master, his strength still quite formidable despite appearances. As she walked through the door, he looked over to her, a sour expression on his face, one that always seemed to hang from it. His face was freckled and apple cheeked, never managing to grow facial hair despite his attempts, a spattering of freckles coming across his nose and cheeks a pair of blue eyes turned to her with a pissy look below a mess of straw gold hair.

“Erica, pack your stuff, we’re accompanying Robert to Vessal, meet us down by the carriages in a bit.” She barked out, looking at him with a bored look.

“It’s Eric,” he snapped back, flexing his hands as he pulled away from the punching bag to got over to his belongings.

“No, your mother gave you the name Erica, I’m quite sure of it.” Orin retorted smarmily, a sly grin pulled across her face as she walked away chuckling to herself as Erica, um, ‘Eric’ grumbled to himself about how his mother wanted daughters and other things.

She found a porter next and when she relayed to him what Robert had said, he stiffened slightly then gave a snap of a nod, his face drawn tight. She watched him go for a second before gong off to pack her own things.

Eric and Orin were the first by the carriage, the porter, a young elf man, well as young as an elf can be, loading up the carriage. The two young knights were bickering with each other, Eric with a sour look on his face as he looked up at the sly face of Orin, the latter dodging a punch from Eric near effortlessly.

Robert came in just as the carriage was loaded up, dressed fully in his armour, a rather plain piece for a knight of his station, but, that was more recognizable than anything he could wear really. The two young knights stopped their play fighting, snapping round to look at their master then snapping to attention. Robert looked at them boredly for a moment, then rolled his eyes with a sigh as he repositioned his helmet held in the crook of his arm.

“Get in you bloody fools,” he rocked out, striding past them towards the carriage as the porter hopped up into the drivers seat of the carriage, pulling on a slightly crumpled red cap and a pair of gloves.

“Yes sir!” they barked back, still looking forward as he passed them. They then turned and followed after him, much more nonchalantly. Orin giving a light shove to Eric, which he tried to retaliate to, but missed, stumbling slightly as she laughed at him, hopping into the carriage.

They left with the click of the carriage door and the snap of the reigns that sent the great horses forwards, quickly launching themselves forward. They raced down the winding path that led down from Roberts manor, darting around the chicanes formed by the thick forests that surrounded it. It darted past the ancient firs, pines and all else, like a racing chariot from the capital. The great marble grey horses, with their dark grey manes and thick fetlocks darted like racers, the carriage following on after. The driver fancied himself a racer, well, more than fancied, often taking his masters horses out for impromptu races even with the cart. He thought he had hidden these little trips from Robert.

He hadn’t.

But Robert didn’t mind. He preferred the pace, as did his apprentices who looked as if they were on a carnival ride rather than a carriage. Roberts’ home, and that of his three companions, was dug in the middle of a thick forests in the middle of nowhere, a good few miles from the capital and from where any other knight or soldiers lived. He enjoyed his solitude. He despaired at comrades and subordinates, a fact that often made other surprised at Orin and Eric (they did not present the best example of first class knights after all). But, his chief irritant had always been his superiors.

They made it to the capital near the middle of the second day, the great city seeming to drip down from the horizon like a black tear. Vessal was a walled city, the accompanying slums stuck to the sides of those once great white walls like barnacles on the stomach of a white whale. The houses of the city pulled themselves high off the ground like sunflowers reaching up for the sun, leaving many streets in their shadow, lit by candles or braziers. People danced and sang through the cobbled streets.

Many different races mingled in the streets as they went past. A trio of dwarves shouting out, already day drinking as they watched the day hop over the crest of midday, accompanied by an elf who, despite having a large empty mug in one hand seemed the most sober of them all, dressed in furs with a wispy beard. A goblin woman called out slogans in front of a pub, getting the odd glance from passers by every third one being one of disapproval for any sort of assumed transgression the girl had made.

As they continued up through the city they saw various exchanges, the controlled chaotic routines of the city. But, they also saw the early marks of the brewing conflict on the cities face. The rush of customers through food shops as those in the know or of an unsettled disposition stocked up. The closing of blacksmiths, alchemists and weapon merchants as they were pulled under the umbrella of early orders. The flighty and suspicious glances of guards upon anything or anyone that gave the air of being foreign or new to them.

They reached their destination at last and alighted from the carriage, the driver going off on his own to the stables. The Standard Building looked quite contrary to what it’s name suggested. It was a great square building, built straight and precisely, almost impossibly so. Dressed in white stone and black wood, narrow windows stuffed with stained glass held behind steel bars. It was the head office of the army. Placed exactly where the king had raised his standard for the last war.

Both Orin and Eric looked up at it with wonder. Robert however, regarded the building as a prisoner might his cell.

Robert strode forward to the door, the other two starting after him, snapped out of their gawking. He flung open the door, diving past the threshold into the building. A thin man sat behind a podium of a desk jumped as Robert entered, attempting to stammer out protests at the sudden entry but failed to force the words past his traitor of a tongue before the trio advanced into the next room, Orin and Eric calling back half hearted apologies, great smiles on their faces.

They stormed through the rooms of the building, various off duty guards or clerks snapping their heads round at them as they went, all wearing the same flabbergasted expression. A few guards moved to intercept Robert, but either they recognised him, or just had a sudden burst of common sense, making them practically jump out of his way, looking at him with either reverence, or more often brick shitting terror. Orin and Eric offered sly hellos and waves, being regarded as great oddities to be in the company of the first man.

Robert seemed to fly up the stairs, his footsteps thumping like a stonk of cannon fire on the wood steps. Then he reached the door of his cell and threw it open with an idle hand, the thing nearly being pulled from it’s hinges in the process.

His entry caught the rooms attention as he lingered in the entrance, levelling a dull glare through the room. Looking for his mark.

“Well, Robert, you finally arrive!” There he was. Helmuth was a significantly taller man than Robert, about an inch taller than Orin, but built far more like Robert, though with a more noticeable gut he hid behind his breastplate that could be attributed to the viaduct of bear that made it’s way down his throat. He had a long squarish face, his chin wrapped in a small blonde scrap of a beard. He always wore a slight smile, under a large nose and a pair of brown eyes. His hair hanged down in a foppish fringe above his brow that he constantly had to hod back as he dropped on his helmet. He seemed a good man, to any outside observer. Someone else’s boss often does

“Well, it took a while to buff the ashes of the last war off my armour. You know, the one you said would end all others.” Robert rolled back, thumping into the room, followed by his two companions who looked over at the dozen or so young knights lined up on the other side of the room from Helmuth. They looked over at the trio, expressions ranging from shock to outrage, a pair dressed in their fear, Orin and Eric gave them a wave, not improving the looks on any of their faces.

Helmuth sighed, clicking his tongue, shaking his head slightly. “Now don’t give me that.” He returned: his exasperation clear in his voice. Robert stormed closer to him.

“No, I think I will bloody give you it!” he roared out, his voice tremoring around the room like rifle fire. “You said we were done. That I was done, you promised, they promised, you all laid hand on heart and told me that!” Jabbing his finger at him as he spat out his retort, punctuating every word.

“There’s the threat of an invasion, there’s nothing we could do.” Helmuth droned out, having expected this, though foolishly hoped that he wouldn’t have to.

“Yes their bloody is, you could just let them have the bloody land they want.” Robert barked back, a mixed look of exhaustion and anger piled onto his face. Helmuth shot a look around to him at that, and a few of the young knights sent shocked looks over as well, not that the latter seemed to matter to either man at that time.

“We can’t flog of land to preserve the peace!”

“Why not? No one lives there, nothing of any value is there. The only thing it has to offer is the same patriotic pride a farmer gets when his horses are bigger than his rivals.” Robert retorted, a look of exasperation his face as he growled it out. “It’s not worth the life of even a single man.”

“Robert-” Helmuth began, but Robert cut him off.

“No, I have lost more good friends and good men than I can count on all my fingers and toes. A fact made worse by the face that many of them got blown off in the war!” Robert roared back, jabbing his hand towards Helmuth, the left appendage missing the ring, pinkie and half of the middle finger. “You said we were done,” coming close to the man, “so I’m fucking done.” He rumbled out, jabbing the taller man in the chest.

Two of the young knights were on him then, snapping up either side of him, the tips of their swords almost lapping at his neck. Helmuth looked down at him with a pleased expression for a second before he noticed a pair of swords by his neck as well. Orin and Eric stood either side of him, their faces serious for the first time since they came in, a look that matched the bored ferocity of their master.

“You know that you’ll already be skewered before these two can do anything to me Robert.” Helmuth put out plainly, keeping his head quite still.

“I’ll be fine.” Robert responded, quite calmly, looking up at him with eyes that told him the same. Helmuth looked down at him for a few long moments, before he sighed and raised a hand, making his subordinated back off with confused looks. Orin and Eric pulled back slowly, their faces quite serious as they walked over to Robert, standing just behind him.

“Go then.” One of the younger knights piped up, pushing past his fellows, his face the textbook example of snobbery. He was tall and lithe in figure, who almost seemed to glide forward like a new warship. Both the older men and the seconds companions turned to look at him. Helmuth with a confused look, the other three quite dismissively. “Run off, we are quite enough to win this war, we don’t’ need to drag your old bones with us. You can leave this glorious war to use if you’re such a coward.” The young man declared, his speak drowning in his own pride.

“Glorious? You think war is glorious?” Robert asked, scoffing, the other three by him shooting him a look, knowing what was next.

“Of course, there is nothing more so.” He replied, studying his fingers as he looked over idly.

“And who told you that?” Robert asked, a slight smile appearing on his face for a moment.

“My father.”

“Has he ever fought one.” Robert responded darkly, surprising the younger man somewhat.

“Well, no but-”

“Then why would he ever be right.” Robert growled out, his voice guttural like a lions. He fixed the young man in a glare that put him far below anything else in the room. The younger man looked to Helmuth for agreement, but found the man giving him a look that read the same as Roberts’. The whole room shook at that, the pressure of their eyes weighing on them like mountains. Robert looked over to Helmuth.

“You said we were done with that hell,” Robert said, sombrely Helmuth looking down at him a flare of sympathy in his face, “now, not only are you letting us be dragged back into it, you’re leaping headfirst into it.” Helmuth looked down, not meeting Roberts’ eye as he tried to hide the look of shame on his face. Robert looked down on him for a long silent moment before turning around and marching over to the door, not one man moving to stop him.

“If this happens, send your armies to me,” Robert called back, making Helmuth turn up to look at him, “I shall wield them well, and break our enemies with a rod of Iron.” Helmuth looked up with an expression of joy, opening his mouth to say something. “But, if this happens, if you are so big a fool, to not simply hold onto peace, no matter the difficulties. Never again show your face around me again.” He rumbled out, making the taller man stiffen, looking up him in fear and in shame.

Robert marched forward, a glowering expression pulled across his face. As he left both Orin and Eric waved to the other young knights and to Helmuth. Many of the former strewn on the floor, having collapsed from shock. After they left one of the younger knights stammered out a question.

“W-who was that?!” Looking at the door.

“Robert of Iron,” Helmuth responded, as much to himself as to the young knight, “the greatest, strongest and most terrifying knight any of you will ever meet in all of your lives.” Helmuth looked at the door, but seemed not to see it, looking off at some far gone thing not even he knew about. “Someone who has far more sense than I or anyone else.” Helmuth added as he walked over to a window that over looked the street below, the rumblings of the war he would not stop echoing louder and lounder in his mind accompanied by the memories of the screaming chaos and righteous ruin that he had lived through and he knew he would bring again from his weakness.

He seemed a good man. He wished he was the man he seemed to be. But, he had not will nor body of iron. War would come, and all would be broken with the Iron rod of war.

“I’m sorry Robert, truly.”

@agarespicero @gaap-goemon-ismylife @psycho-zom-atic @shaoron @jemimacatclover @irumeanie @sleepy-gry @pemopemochimi @csoisoi @chaosunit0010

#writblr #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #Robert of Iron #Orin 'Cheshire' Chester #Erica 'Eric' Vale #Helmuth Horrace-Hever #HMAD #dndtoberchaos #dndtober #fiction #dnd #dnd stuff

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movie-titlecards · 7 months

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Dick Tracy (1945)

My rating: 4/10

Poor Tess: Not only does she keep getting damsel'd so much, the event barely raises an eyebrow among her friends and family, she can't even get the Dick she so desperately craves because he keeps running off to be a cop at people.

#Dick Tracy #William Berke #Eric Taylor #Chester Gould #Morgan Conway #Anne Jeffreys #Mike Mazurki #Youtube

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mygrowingcollection · 1 year

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Eric Chester

#eric chester #author #signed book #thrift store find

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liqhtwood · 1 year

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Philadelphia Kitchen Dining With a farmhouse sink, flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, a white backsplash, a subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island, and beige countertops, this large transitional l-shaped porcelain tile and beige floor eat-in kitchen is ideal for inspiration.

#chester county kitchen and bath #porcelain tile #eric adams #first floor renovation #kitchen remodel

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unfortunatelyderek · 1 year

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Transitional Kitchen - Dining Large transitional l-shaped porcelain tile and beige floor eat-in kitchen photo with a farmhouse sink, flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, white backsplash, subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island and beige countertops

#fabuwood cabinetry #chester county kitchen and bath #first floor renovation #kitchen remodel #cckab #kitchen #eric adams

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dinosaursr66 · 1 year

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3000 guitars they seem to cry, my ears will melt and then my eyes. Eric Bloom and Buck Dharma were our heroes.

SONG OF THE DAY - April 20, 2023

#song of the day #youtube #boc #blue oyster cult #buck dharma #eric bloom #cowbell #guitar god #heavy metal #west chester

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chadtheroyalidiot · 2 months

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Descendants characters (if I've missed any let me know so I can add them)

DESCENDANTS: THE RISE OF RED

red, daughter of the queen of hearts

chloe charming, daughter of cinderella & prince charming

bridget

ella

hook

uliana

morgie le fay, son of morgana le fay

maleficent

hades

maddox hatter, son of the mad hatter

charming

fay

jasmine

aladdin

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DESCENDANTS: ORIGINAL TRILOGY

mal, daughter of maleficent & hades

jay, son of jafar

evie, daughter of the evil queen

carlos de vil, son of cruella de vil

uma, daughter of ursula

harry hook, son of captain hook

gil legume, son of gaston legume

dizzy tremaine, daughter of drizella tremaine

celia facilier, daughter of dr facilier

squeaky smee, son of mr smee

squirmy smee, son of mr smee

ben, son of belle & beast

audrey rose, daughter of aurora & prince phillip

chad charming, son of cinderella & prince charming

jane, daughter of fairy godmother

li lonnie, daughter of fa mulan & li shang

doug, son of dopey

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DESCENDANTS: WICKED WORLD

freddie facilier, daughter of dr facilier

cj hook, daughter of captain hook

zevon, son of yzma

jordan, daughter of genie

ally, daughter of alice

ruby fitzherbert, daughter of rapunzel & eugene fitzherbert

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DESCENDANTS: BOOK SERIES VKS

harriet hook, daughter of captain hook

anthony tremaine, son of anastasia tremaine

ginny gothel, daughter of mother gothel

hermie bing, daughter of the ringmaster

diego de vil, nephew of cruella de vil

yzla, daughter of yzma

gaston legume jr, son of gaston legume

gaston legume III, son of gaston legume

claudine frollo, daughter of claude frollo

hadie, son of hades

mad maddy, granddaughter of madam mim

sammy smee, son of mr smee

rick ratcliffe, son of governor ratcliffe

clay clayton, son of clayton

lefou deux, son of lefou

harry badun, son of horace badun

jace badun, son of jasper badun

eddie balthazar, son of edgar balthazar

jade, niece of jafar

sophie, intern of yen sud

big murph ,son of black murphy

reza, son of the former royal astronomer of agrabah

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DESCENDANTS: BOOK SERIES AKS

aziz, son of aladdin & jasmine

lil shang, son of fa mulan & li shang

derek, son of dopey

arabella, niece of ariel & prince eric

herkie, son of hercules & megara

ariana rose, niece of aurora & prince phillip

anxelin fitzherbert, daughter of rapunzel & eugene fitzherbert

carina potts, daughter of ms potts

yi-min, daughter of yao

artie, son of king arthur

tiger peony, daughter of tiger lily

pin, son of pinocchio

opal, daughter of mama odie

bobby hood, son of robin hood & maid marian

crabby, son of grumpy

gordon, son of grumpy

hap, son of happy

cheerful, son of happy

bashful jr, son of bashful

shy, son of bashful

sleepy jr, son of sleepy

snoozy, son of sleepy

doc II, son of doc

gesundheit, son of sneezy

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DESCENDANTS: BOOK SERIES WONDERLAND KIDS

chester cheshire, descendant of the cheshire cat

ace

dora, daughter of the dormouse

twee, daughter of tweedledee

dee, daughter of tweedledee

bill, nephew of the cook

katy, granddaughter of the caterpillar

tweedledee jr, son of tweedledee

tweedledum jr, son of tweedledum

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DESCENDANTS: UNNAMED CHARACTERS

- madam mim's granddaughters

- evil step-granddaughters

- stabbington cousins

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pupsmailbox · 6 months

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MUSIC ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　abby. ace. adagio. adam. adria. adrian. adriane. aero. alex. alice. angus. ann. anthony. ari. aria. ariane. ariette. avril. axl. bill. billie. billy. bohemia. bon. brad. brian. bruce. cade. cadence. cadentia. cantrelle. charlie. cher. chester. chordelle. chordette. chordiene. chrissie. christine. cliff. crescenette. crescenne. cresciene. danny. dave. david. dolce. dolcette. dolciene. dolciette. don. doremi. duff. dusty. eddie. ensemblette. enslette. eric. fleetwood. florance. floyd. forte. frank. freddie. geddy. geezer. gene. george. ginger. glenn. grace. gregg. halen. harmonette. harmonie. harmony. harp. hayley. helena. iggy. izzy. jack. jimi. jimmy. joe. john. keith. krist. kurt. larry. liam. lindsey. lyric. lyrical. mac. malcolm. maynard. medley. meliene. melodie. melodiette. melody. micheal. mick. mitch. muse. musette. musine. nancy. neal. neil. nick. nicko. nicky. noel. note. notesie. notesy. octavia. orchestrae. orchestraette. orchestraine. ozzy. paul. pear. pete. peter. phil. randy. rick. ringo. robert. roger. ronnie. rosa. rose. sabbath. serj. sonata. sonette. songbird. songesse. songette. songstress. sonia. sonnet. steve. steven. stevie. symphonia. symponiette. thom. tim. tom. tony. treble. viola. violette. violiene. zack. zeppelin.

PRONOUNS ⌇　aero/aero. band/band. base/base. beat/beat. black/black. blink/blink. chili/chili. crash/crash. cream/cream. cure/cure. door/door. dor/doremi. dru/drum. drum/drum. eagle/eagle. electric/electric. flu/flute. flute/flute. for/forte. forte/forte. guitar/guitar. gun/gun. har/harp. heart/heart. hot/hot. iron/iron. jam/jam. journey/journey. jump/jump. ke/key. kiss/kiss. la/lala. loud/loud. ly/lyric. machine/machine. maiden/maiden. mel/melody. metal/metal. mu/muse. mu/music. muse/muse. music/music. nirvana/nirvana. no/note. noe/note. note/note. oasis/oasis. oct/octave. pearl/pearl. pepper/pepper. perform/perform. pi/piano. pia/piano. piano/piano. pink/pink. queen/queen. radio/radio. rage/rage. red/red. reverb/reverb. rhy/rhythm. riff/riff. rock/rock. rose/rose. rush/rush. scorpion/scorpion. scream/scream. shred/shred. sing/sing. soe/song. soe/sonnet. sol/sola. song/song. spike/spike. stone/stone. string/string. stud/stud. tempo/tempo. tre/treble. treble/treble. trumpet/trumpet. tu/tune. tuba/tuba. tune/tune. vio/violin. vocal/vocal. yell/yell. 🎤. 🎧. 🎵. 🎶. 🎷. 🎸. 🎹. 🎻. 🎼. 💥. 📹. 🔊. 🔋. 🔌. 🗯️. 🤘. 🥁. 🧑🏻‍🎤.

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hannahhook7744 · 4 months

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Canon & Semi-Canon Character List!;

For @askauradonprep .

LMK if you want me to add kids from other disney media like non-descendants books, sequels, and shows.

This list only includes the next gen kids from descendants (as well as Uliana).

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Descendants (Mobile Game):

Scarlet.

Carter (Maybe a gender bent version of Scarlet who is dependent on your character's gender or could be a completely separate character).

Note: Diego de Vil was also in this game, if you want a visual on him.

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Twitter-confirmed:

Elle, daughter of Eric and Ariel.

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Evie's Wicked Runway:

Mia.

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Scrapped Characters:

Aziz, son of Aladdin and Jasmine (mentioned in ‘the isle of the lost’ and the d1 script).

Anxelin, daughter of Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert (mentioned somewhere unknown as of now).

Hadie, son of Hades (mentioned in ‘Return to the Isle of the Lost’).

Gigi, daughter of Mother Gothel (Mentioned in an early draft of a d2 script).

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Concept Art Characters:

Lil Yaz, son of Yzma.

Quinlynn, daughter of the Queen of Hearts (can be seen in 'Good to be Bad'.)

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Escape from the Isle of the Lost (Book):

Ariana Rose, niece of Aurora and Prince Phillip

Bobby Hood, the son of Robin Hood and Maid Marian.

Derek, the son of Dopey.

Shy, the son of Bashful.

Crabby, the son of Grumpy.

Hap and Cheerful, the sons of Happy.

Snoozy, the son of Sleepy.

Doc II, the son of Doc.

Gesundheit, the son of Sneezy.

Note: I also remember there being a Sneezy Jr and a Gus but I can't find proof, so for now I'll just have them here.

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Players Mentioned on the Tourney Wiki:

Brendan.

Miguel (#44).

Tyrone (#32).

Akio (#42).

William (#12).

Li (#85).

Emir (#26).

Note: Aziz was also mentioned here on the wiki.

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Kids Named Only in the Movie:

Taylor (Coach Jenkins called for him during one of the tourney scenes).

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School of Secrets (Book Series):

Opal, the daughter of Mama Odie.

The Tweedledum and Tweedledee cousins, the sons of Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

Yi-min, the daughter of Yao.

Carina Potts, the daughter of Mrs. Potts.

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School of Secrets (Web Series):

Unnamed Kid who's Great Uncle is Smee.

Dianne Doan (narration) and Andrea Savo (screen appearances) as Secret Blogger–the unidentified girl filming Auradon Prep's students.

Mark Daugherty as School Reporter.

Blake Rosier as Sleepy Jr, son of Sleepy.

Bashful Jr, son of Bashful.

Ben Stillwell as Happy student.

Maxwell Chase as Jock.

Miles Tagtmeyer as Reasonable Student.

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Carlos‘s Scavenger hunt (Book):

Henry (White haired little boy who is Carlos's biggest fan).

Unnamed Seven Year Old Son of John Darling.

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Beyond the isle of the lost (Book):

Ace.

Chester, son of the Cheshire Cat.

Katy/Katy, daughter of the smoking caterpillar.

Twee and Dee, twin daughters of Tweedledee.

Dora, daughter of the Dormouse.

Bill, the former cook of the Duchess's nephew.

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Descendants 1 (Movie):

Mal, the daughter of Maleficent and Hades.

Evie, the daughter of Evil Queen.

Jay, the son of Jafar.

Carlos De Vil, the son of Cruella De Vil.

Ben, the son of Belle and Beast.

Audrey, the daughter of Aurora and Prince Phillip.

Lonnie, the daughter of Fa Mulan and Li Shang.

Chad Charming, the son of Cinderella and Prince Charming.

Jane, the daughter of the Fairy Godmother.

Doug, the son of Dopey and Doug's mother.

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Rise of Red (Movie):

Red, daughter of the Queen of Hearts.

Chloe Charming, daughter of Cinderella and Prince Charming.

Maddox Hatter, the Mad Hatter's son.

Morgie, the son of Morgana le Fay.

Uliana/Ulyana, the younger sister of Ursula, and the aunt of Uma.

Unnamed Jasladdin/Jaladdin kid who can't be Aziz because the timeline doesn't work.

Zellie/Meadow, daughter of Rapunzel who may actually be Rapunzel (EDITED TO ADD NOTE: rumor has it that the actress who played Zellie/Meadow does not want her photos used, so if you do write Zellie or plan to use her character you may want to fancast/use a background character from the movies as her or avoid using photos all together. Unless it's proven otherwise).

Note: I’ve only included characters who didn’t exist before the movie. So no teenage versions of the adults. No Merlin, , and no Jack of Diamonds (since we see him as an adult only).

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The Isle of the Lost (Book):

Anthony Tremaine, the son of Anastasia Tremaine.

Beelzebub, the daughter of Lucifer.

Claudine Frollo, the daughter of Claude Frollo.

Clay Clayton, the son of Clayton.

Diego De Vil, the nephew of Cruella De Vil.

Gaston Jr. and Gaston the Third, the twin sons of Gaston.

Ginny Gothel, the daughter of Mother Gothel.

Harry Badun, the son of Horace.

Jace Badun, the son of Jasper.

Jade, the niece of Jafar.

Harriet Hook, the daughter of Captain Hook.

Lagan and Derelict, the children of Flotsam and Jetsam.

LeFou Deux, the son of LeFou.

Madam Mim's granddaughters.

Othello, the son of Iago.

Sammy Smee, the son of Mr. Smee.

The Evil Step-Granddaughters, six or seven unnamed daughters of Drizella Tremaine.

The Sea Witches who may or may not be related to Ursula.

Spotted Hyenas, the children of Shenzi, Benzai, and Ed.

Reza, the son of a former Royal Astronomer of Agrabah.

Yzla, the daughter of Yzma.

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Descendants Wicked World (Show):

Freddie Facilier, the daughter of Dr. Facilier.

CJ Hook, the daughter of Captain Hook.

Zevon, the son of Yzma.

Jordan, the daughter of the Genie.

Ally, the daughter of Alice.

Ruby, the daughter of Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert.

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Return to the Isle of the Lost (Book):

Hadie, the son of Hades.

Mad Maddy, the granddaughter of Madam Mim.

Rick Ratcliffe, the son of Governor Ratcliffe.

Hermie Bing, the daughter of The Ringmaster.

Crocodile Descendants, the children of Tick Tock.

Herkie, the son of Hercules and Megara.

Tiger Peony, the daughter of Tiger Lily.

Artie, the son of King Arthur.

Gordon, the son of Grumpy.

Pin, the son of Pinocchio.

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Rise of the Isle of the Lost (Book):

Stabbington cousins, the children of the Stabbington brothers.

Arabella, the niece of Ariel and Eric

Li Shang Jr., the son of Fa Mulan and Li Shang.

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Descendants 2 (Movie):

Kristie Sita plays an unnamed blonde pirate girl amputee in purple seen in Uma’s Crew.

Uma, the daughter of Ursula.

Harry Hook, the son of Captain Hook.

Gil, the son of Gaston.

Dizzy Tremaine, the daughter of Drizella Tremaine.

Note: characters of Uma’s crew have been named in her book, but not all of them and there were plenty of other background kids from the movies and stuff that weren't named.

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Uma’s Wicked Book:

Jonas, member of Uma’s crew.

Gonzo, member of Uma’s crew.

Bonny, member of Uma’s crew.

Desiree, member of Uma’s crew.

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Descendants 3 (Movie):

Celia Facilier, the daughter of Dr. Facilier.

Squeaky Smee, one of the twin sons of Mr. Smee.

Squirmy Smee, one of the twin sons of Mr. Smee.

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Characters Who Were Mentioned That I Have Zero Clue Where They Were Mentioned:

Pirate named Maria/Marya.

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Application Kids:

A kid who's name starts with Do or Da. Might be named Dawn. May be the child of a witch/someone selling something & a builder.

Cozzy/Coco, child of a writer named 'William' and a doctor named 'Martha'.

Hector/Sticks, child of an entertaynor/entertainer named Vivian and Lotso.

Bug, child of a bug eater (mom) and the implied child of Oogie Boogie.

Seen in this post by @leftbehindtorot :

If I missed anyone, let me know. Thank you for the help, @casinotrio1965 .

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #wicked world #descendants au #disney descendants au #descendants lists #etc

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