#para: brody

[stardomiscalling]

@brodywcston A chuckle left Brody's lips when Rachel agreed with his assessment, though really, he had meant that Rachel was dressed like a queen. "If it means getting to see you dressed like a member of the royal family, I certainly would be honored to be your date. And I would be even more honored," Brody paused then as he held out his hand. "If you'd give me the privilege of this dance."

“I thought you’d never ask,” she answered while slipping her delicate hand in his, “Not that you need me to tell you, but you do look incredibly handsome tonight. In fact, one could easily argue that you’re the hottest man here,”she added, cheekily referring to all those ridiculous anons from the previous day. Once on the dance floor and in his arms, Rachel pressed the softest of kisses just below his ear and whispered, “I really am glad you invited me to accompany you tonight”

[realmackross]

PARTIES:@longislandcharm; @realmackross (Brody) TIMING: Takes place while this thread is happening. SUMMARY: Brody visits Winter to ask a big favor and to say goodbye. WARNINGS: head trauma tw

In the blink of an eye a regular day in Wicked’s Rest could change from just that to a life changing experience. Winter knew that. She was well aware that she could be in the middle of searching her cabinets for her missing oreos when the most unexpected thing could happen. The cold chill ran down her back and she assumed that Henry had come back from wherever he’d been in the house, her voice low as she grumbled. “First my eggs, now my cookies? What? Is there some sort of snack fairy in town that thrives on stealing my food?” It wasn’t beyond the possibility, she didn’t think anything was anymore, but it had only been a fleeting thought spoken out loud so that Henry could weigh in if he wanted to. There wasn’t a reply though and the medium turned her head to question why he was so quiet.

But it wasn’t Henry standing behind her. Her body went completely cold as she took in the ghost standing there. His clothes were torn, bloody, but everything else in her vision was almost exactly as it had been before he’d died. His skin was perfect save for it being more translucent than when he was alive but even if he still held all of the marks of his death she would have recognized him anywhere. 

Her heart sank as Winter slowly turned from the open cabinet, afraid to take her eyes off of the man standing in front of her in case he decided to disappear. Why was he here anyway? They had been friends, yes, but he should have been going to see someone else and she was sure she would have heard if he’d paid a visit to her. They were both silent as if waiting for the other to speak, to break the tension that was lingering between them, until she couldn’t keep it in anymore. She needed to know what was going on but for once in her life she could only think of one lame question to ask as if she didn’t already know who he was.

“Brody?”

—

“Hey, Winter.” The words were somewhat raspy and soft as a small smile crept over his features. It had been what felt like a lifetime ago since Brody had spoken to her. Though, just like with Mackenzie, he had been watching her from a distance. Trying to know when to make the right move. To make his presence known. But now was the time, “I know this must be a shock huh? Seeing me like this?” He didn’t dare turn around. Most of his appearance he had managed to nurse back to something less shocking, but there was still a small place in the back of his head that hadn’t fully “healed”, if you even wanted to call it that.

The night Brody died had been one out of pure violence and torment. It wasn’t anything he had ever fathomed the love of his life could do, and when his spirit had separated from his body leaving him as nothing but a mere spectator to his own demise, Brody was left in shock. But it was the way he watched as Mackenzie had immediately felt remorse when whatever trance she had been in soon disappeared that had kept him from harboring an immediate rage, and possibly the biggest thing that had saved him from wanting revenge on the woman he loved.

From then on he lingered with her seeing the coverup, the move to Wicked’s Rest and everything that had taken place over the course of the year with Mackenzie. He had seen her lose control. He had seen her and the immense remorse she carried from the night she had killed him up until recently when he watched Jade try to end Mackenzie’s undead life. He had been there for all the nights alone when she had mourned her future without him, without the possibility of kids, and even watched as she began to form a relationship with Elora. Brody had seen it all, and he knew the one thing that was holding her back from living a full life, as much as that was possible, was her guilt for his death.

“I need your help. I want to talk to Mackenzie.” His eyebrows raised in a pleading sort of manner, “I know I could face her on my own, but I want to ease her into this interaction. And I think you can probably help with that.” Brody motioned towards the living room of her house in reference to Henry.

—

She took a shaky breath when the ghost answered her, tears springing to her eyes. Had she ever really mourned Brody? Thinking back on it, Winter didn’t feel like she’d had a chance. At first, she had been too worried about Mack to fully process his death and then the actual ghosts showing up in her life took precedence. She hadn’t even been able to process it all when Mack told her she had been the one to kill him, too busy trying to avoid her best friend and work through the fear that had suddenly plagued her. No, Winter hadn’t been able to mourn him because she hadn’t had the chance but she also wondered if she would have even tried or if she would have buried the emotions away like she usually did. The surprise of him showing up out of the blue took her off guard, gave allowance for one tear to slip down her cheek before she wiped it away and did just what she expected would have happened to that grief when he’d first died; she buried it deep within herself.

“You mean without the teeth marks?” The harshness in her voice surprised her as well, remnants of that grief pushing her towards anger as if it was his fault her best friend was a total mess now. Rage was her default after all. “I assume you know what…or I guess who did that to you.” She gestured up and down the length of his body with a shaky hand, Winter hating that it was giving away how fragile she seemed to be. Even in death she didn’t want anyone to think of her as weak. “Or have you completely hidden in the shadows of wherever you guys go to when you’re not around?” 

She was just about to tell him to go to who he really needed to go to when he started to explain why he hadn’t yet. Again, her anger flared inside of her, the reliability of it so comforting. “I really hate when people so close to me put me in such weird fucking positions. Do you know how upset she’s going to be knowing you came to me first?” She really wasn’t sure if Mack would appreciate being eased into this or not but this aggression building inside of her had to be directed somewhere. He was just the unfortunate recipient. It was just like a human to blame their grief on the dead. 

—

Brody hadn’t expected the welcome he had gotten from Winter. In all honesty, it had surprised him. She figured the woman would’ve at least been mournful, but not outright angry at him. And while he wasn’t here to play the blame game, something he did have to work to come to terms with, he had at least expected Winter to be, well…not so Winter. But she was right in one thing. He was coming to her and not Mackenzie. And maybe there was some part of him that was afraid to face his former love. After all, his death had been such a violent one. A death that anyone could rightfully expect a vengeful spirit to come out of. But not Brody. Brody was the exception, because of how much he loved Mackenzie. 

“Retract the claws, Winter. I’m not here to argue with you. And yeah, you’re right, I should be going to Mackenzie, but considering how angry you are with me, what do you think she’s going to be like?” Honestly an unfair question since Mackenzie wasn’t anywhere around to defend herself. “Look, I don’t want to cause any problems, okay? And you’re her best friend. The one who's always been there for her. If you don’t want to be any part of this, then that’s fine. But just be there in the aftermath, okay? Please? That’s all I’m asking. I’ve been watching her since the night…since I died, and I know that my death is eating her up inside. I just want her to be happy. To find peace and move on with her life, since she still has that chance as a zombie.” It sounded like something out of a movie he had been in. Calling his fiance a zombie. And he was a ghost. It was ridiculous, but somehow this had become their fate.

—

“Yeah, they don’t do that. Claws are there for a reason, why hide them?” Winter crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes boring into the ghost at his question. A stupid question. “She may have a bark, Brody, but we all know I’m the one with the bite. She couldn’t be angry at you if she tried.” Mack could never. She was the reason he was dead and she was well aware of that so how could she be mad at having him back, and not as a vengeful spirit at that? No, she would feel that heartbreak, that sorrow, that guilt all over again and maybe lash out but never any anger. And really, Winter wasn’t even angry at him but she couldn’t stop the hostility coursing through her. 

The realization of why dawned on her. This appearance after so long was going to be too much for Mack. She was already going through it with everything that had happened since becoming what she was. She was already struggling with her actions and the consequences of them. She had already loved and lost again. Did she really deserve another heartbreak? Winter wouldn’t meet Brody’s eye when she voiced the thought aloud. “You’re going to break her.” Which he knew. He wouldn’t be asking her to pick up the pieces he left behind if he didn’t. That made her anger so much more tangible.

In the back of her mind she knew. She was well aware that Mack’s former fiance telling her he still cared for her despite everything was a need, not a want, but she still wasn’t ready to be the one sitting in the aftermath of it. It was hard enough now, hard enough to let Mackenzie feel the things she needed to feel while being by her side for it, and Winter couldn’t imagine how much harder it could get before things started to get better. Worse, living Mack’s grief with her would force the medium into it herself. There was no way she would escape it all without her own emotions clawing toward the surface. She was being selfish with all of this and she knew it but didn’t it matter if she wasn’t ready to grieve Brody herself? “I don’t know how to do this, Brody. I’ve walked through this process with so many people but never with someone I was close to. Never helping them with someone…I cared for too.”

—

“I’ve missed you, Winter. And your sassiness. No wonder Mackenzie loves you so much.” In life, he had always loved to pick on Winter. Get the so-called claws she was talking about to come out just a little. But banter had been something for the living. For Brody, he had one mission to complete, and it was more important than shooting the shit with Winter. No, this was something that he needed to do, because Mackenzie’s undead life depended on it. And if he had to do this alone, then so be it.

“Look, I'm sorry. I didn’t ask to be put in this position either, Winter. It just happened. You know that. I would love to be back in California right now breathing, spending the rest of my days and starting a family with the woman I’ve loved for most of my life. But, not to be cliche in such a delicate time, you can’t always get what you want.” He paused and looked down.

Brody knew none of this was fair to Winter, and he felt genuinely bad for it. But he couldn’t be there for Mackenzie like he wanted to. There was no way possible, and if he were able to move on after approaching the woman he loved, Mackeznie would be left alone again, and that was the last thing he had wanted for her; the thought causing his spectral heart to break all over again.

—

Her eyes softened just so at his words but she was still in that position that clearly stated her walls were up. Even knowing that he probably wouldn’t be around for long she couldn’t allow herself to show a different side. Why couldn’t she do that? Why was it so hard to show she cared? Mackenzie seems to have been the only one to break through those perpetual walls, getting a side of Winter that no one else ever could. She wanted to know how she allowed herself to be real with her best friend but couldn’t bring herself to do the same with other people she cared for. Even when death had their claws in them.

Shit. Maybe she really did need therapy.

She raised an eyebrow at him, mouth set into a thin line with his Rolling Stones reference, but she said nothing. Sometimes the way she showed that she cared was by keeping her lips sealed. Winter knew Brody would know that. She also knew what he needed from her. Rolling her eyes, she lifted her hand so that she could inspect her nails, the act of nonchalance broken by the words she finally spoke. “Ask me again.” Ask her to stay by her best friend's side. Ask her to pick up the pieces of a broken woman that they both cared so deeply for. Ask her to be a human being for someone who would never hesitate to do the same for her. “Ask me again, Brody.”

—

He watched as the expression on her face softened, but he knew exactly what she was doing, when she requested him to ask again. She wanted him to beg. Wanted Brody to really feel what he was doing. And though ghosts couldn’t feel physical pain, he could feel the pain of heartbreak and grief. Regret and remorse. All of which, he knew she knew a thing or two about as well, but because this was Mackenzie’s life at stake. Her morality. The belief that good things could still happen to her, so he gave into Winter’s request without any second thought. He even stepped in closer and got down on his knees.

“For you, Winter, I’ll beg, because this is for Mackenzie. Not me. I’m not going to lie and say it was never about me, because if none of it had been, I would have revealed myself the day she killed me, but she was already putting herself through enough, and she didn’t need the reminder of what she had done by a mangled corpse struggling to adjust to the afterlife.” Brody looked into her eyes pleading, “So please, will you be there for her. If me revealing myself to her sends me off to wherever ghosts go when they’ve completed whatever unfinished business they have, I don’t want her to be alone in this. In grieving my death all over again, because I can’t stay with her. Because we both know our girl is just ambitious enough to believe in a future with a ghost.” He laughed softly, but there was a sadness laced throughout.

—

Eyes widened as he got on his knees, Winter’s arms falling to her side. She was a little insulted that he would think she wanted him to beg for this but at the same time she couldn’t really blame him, could she. She was a cold one sometimes, it was why her name was perfect for her. “I’m not asking you to beg, asshole.” Her voice was low but there was humor lacing the words. “I can’t believe you think I’m that petty.” Yes she could. “I just wanted you to ask me again so I could give you a proper answer.” She’d already made up her mind, after all, but now she wanted to prolong giving him the answer to see how far she could take this.

‘It isn’t the time for this, Winter.’ No, this was supposed to be serious. He was dead, Mack was hurting and needed to grieve, it was not the time for her to tease the hell out of him and string him along. She rolled her eyes at him and gestured for the ghost to get up. “Have some dignity, damn.” 

She laughed with her last comment but all the humor started to fall away. In a rare occurrence, Winter grew quiet while she looked Brody over. There had never been any question as to whether or not she would be there for Mack. It was inevitable, like the tides. Winter would never have left the woman stranded while she worked to bring back a better version of herself, to heal, even if she would be terrified the whole time. Maybe that was another reason she had been angry with him. that he would even dare question her loyalty with something like this was an insult to the friendship she held with Mackenzie. Still, it was kind of sweet in a way she supposed. “I’m going to be there for her, okay? It shouldn’t have even been a question. But I know you wouldn’t take any chances when it came to something like this.”

—

If this had been their life before, like when Brody had come to Winter needing her help planning his wedding proposal to Mack, he would have laughed. Let her carry on this charade of making him beg, but this situation was entirely different. It was one that he had both longed to finally put into action, but one he had so greatly dreaded. And as he continued to stare into her eyes, he knew that she realized the gravity of the situation.

Closing his eyes and letting out a breath of relief, Brody slowly stood back up; a small snort escaping his lips when she told him to have some dignity. And as he found his footing again, he looked back into Winter’s eyes, “For the record, I don’t think you're petty. I think you have a lot going on in your life too, that unfortunately Mackenzie hasn’t noticed, because of her own stuff, and I know if she wasn’t so lost in herself, she would be there for you.” He reached out and gently laid a hand on her shoulder, making sure not to press down too hard. “And I know you will, Winter. I have no doubt about that, but you needed to know what was about to happen, because we both know how much of a wild card she is, especially when it comes to running away from things.”

—

She swallowed, her eyes on the hand that she should be feeling the weight of on her shoulder as the lack of it seemed to make things so much more real. Of course she’d known he was dead, saw the aftershocks from it all, but it was a different thing entirely to see his immaterial body. “We all have shit going on.” Her heart wasn’t in the comment, Winter looking away from him towards a random spot in her kitchen just so she didn’t have to see the evidence anymore. “Don’t worry, okay? I’ve got her back and she’s not running away from me again. I chewed her out so much the last time I’m sure she won’t want to hear my mouth again.” 

She took in a breath as she thought about what was coming. This conversation was ending sooner than she wanted it to, the girl not having realized how much she missed him through her anger from earlier. This was the part she hated. Facing the emotions that came with goodbyes, allowing herself to feel the hurt that she so desperately didn’t want to feel. But if it was the last time she would see him then she had to, didn’t she? She could already feel her eyes welling up but she willed the tears back. Just because she was doing this didn't mean she had to cry. “I miss you.” 

Gritting her teeth, Winter finally looked at him again. “You always saw things that others didn’t. You may misinterpret my meaning with certain things but you always seemed to know when something wasn’t right with me even through all my bullshit….I hate this, Brody.” And she knew that he did too. He’d much rather be sitting next to her in her kitchen talking about his next movie or listening to Winter roast him as much as she could. Instead he had to go give his undead fiance a pep talk before possibly disappearing forever. “It’s right, though. I mean, that you’re doing this. You shouldn’t stick around longer than you have to.” Winter bit into the inside of her bottom lip, hiding behind a roll of her eyes. “I love you, you idiot.”

—

Brody could feel the shift in Winter. He knew that what she had been fighting was coming to the surface. He had so greatly wanted to spend more time with her. Shoot the shit like old times. Tease Winter about Spirit Speak and some of the people who seemed so gullible, but now that he knew it was all real, he had felt kind of bad. But despite it all, he had loved Winter like a sister, and saying goodbyes had never been an easy thing for him, but in this moment, he knew he had two coming. Two he wasn’t ready for, but had to be.

“I miss you, too, Winter. Even through all your teasing and snake bite attitude. You keep that about yourself okay? Don’t let that go, and don’t ever let anyone try and take advantage of you. Not like they’d ever get a chance to, but I won’t be around to kick their ass if they do.” He could feel what felt like tears of his own coming to his eyes, and when it had first happened, the night he saw Mackenzie wracked with guilt, he couldn’t understand what was happening, but now he could, “I love you, Ice Queen. You take care of our girl, yeah.”

With a smirk and a nod, Brody quietly left Winter’s house. And as he stood outside on the sidewalk looking back in, he recalled all the moments he had with the woman. The laughter, the tears, playing jokes on each other, dinners, parties, and even playing peacemaker between her and Mack. An entire lifetime's worth of memories flashing through his mind in the single beat of a heart. But as much as he loved Winter, he knew the real test was coming. And whoever said a ghost’s heart couldn’t break was full of shit.

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: Brody has a big ass crush on y/m & invited them along on a classic trip to a lake house meant to be for bonding, fun, & the potential confessing of feeling but it eventually turns horrific with murder & mayhem. hmu if you’d like to plot this a little more! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: fwb, friends to lovers, ex/old flame with lingering feelings, crush, old college/school mate, idk whatever works~

“I know it’s only a few days notice but…” he paused and huffed a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his neck a little awkwardly before Brody was able to figure out how he was going to word his request. “– I won this little weekend getaway thing and was wondering if you’d like to go with me?” He asked, a glint of hopefulness there within his gaze as he smiled at the other, clearing his throat before continuing with his explanation. “It’s at a lake house and it has a hot-tub, there’s supposed to be fireworks and a bonfire down by the lake… I just, thought it’d be fun if you came.” Otherwise he’d go by himself and be forced to converse with people he didn’t even know, not that Brody minded but he felt it’d be more enjoyable if the other joined him— plus it be a chance to be alone with them.

[hellgirl-ix]

Gabriela e Brodie foram para um jantar romântico. 🩷

Gabriela completou sua aspiração.💫

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Gabriela and Brodie went for a romantic dinner. 🩷

Gabriela completed her aspiration.💫

[clndstn-headmates]

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[jillianwarts]

remember those PUA groups before? yung mga lalakeng nagseseminar paano makapick up ng babae? kakastart ko lang ng lucifer tapos may ganon dito na episode. ang bonak ampota. full on cringe and mega ick papi. pikon na pikon talaga ko sa male ego boost HAHAHAHAHAHA. parang gago amputa. may tamang way naman para maboost ego nila pero pikon na pikon ako sa line dito na men are wolves and women are the fluffy bunnies. my dear brodie, if anyone’s a bunny, das u. there’s nothing more fragile than a man’s ego.

[lostoneshq]

Agora sim, os verdadeiros protagonistas chegaram! São eles, as verdadeiras estrelas. O verdadeiros donos de suas histórias! Sejam bem vindos, queridos e estimados verdadeiros habitantes do Mundo das Histórias, ao Reino dos Perdidos! Espero que tenham uma estadia tranquila por aqui e não se preocupem pois a magia de Merlin cuidará de tudo para vocês em seus respectivos reinos!

Marcados com * = players pediram permissão para um agebend maior por conta dos gifs do início dos anos 2010s.

(Abigail Cowen, 25 anos, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é MERIDA, da história VALENTE! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a ACEITAR SER UMA PRINCESA NAS HORAS VAGAS… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja DECIDIDA, você é ESTOURADINHA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: ENSINANDO ARCO-E-FLECHA NA BRAVE BEARS SCHOOL FOR HUNTERS E SE EXIBINDO COMO CAMPEÃ OLÍMPICA.

(Thomas Brodie Sangster, 33 anos, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN, da história FRANKENSTEIN! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a DISSECAR UM CADÁVER… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja DETERMINADO, você é RANCOROSO, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: SER UM MÉDICO.

(Phoebe Tonkin, 32 anos, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é GRETEL, da história HANSEL AND GRETEL! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a SER DONA DO GRIMMS AMO TATTOO… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja SAGAZ, você é ESTRESSADA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: SENDO DONA DO GRIMMS AMO TATTOO E CONTRABANDEANDO ARMAS.

(Maitreyi Ramakrishnan, 25, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é BELLE, da história A BELA E A FERA! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a CRIAR SUAS PRÓPRIAS INVENÇÕES… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja GENTIL, você é TEIMOSA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: GERIR SUA PRÓPRIA LIVRARIA, A "TALE OF A ROSE".

(Benjamin Wadsworth, 25, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é PRINCIPE DEREK, da história LAGO DOS CISNES! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a SER EXPLORADOR DE REINOS E ADQUIRIR CONHECIMENTOS MÁGICOS… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja ESPIRITUOSO, você é EGOÍSTA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: HOTELEIRO E PROPRIETÁRIO DO ENDLOS MOTEL.

(Eva de Dominici, 28, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é ODILE, da história LAGO DOS CISNES! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a SUA PRÓPRIA COMPANHIA DE BALÉ… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja HÁBIL, você é OBSESSIVA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: DANÇAR E CUIDAR DA BLACK SWAN BALLET.

(Taylor Zakhar Perez, 28, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é ROMEU MONTÉQUIO, da história ROMEO ETADEU! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a ATUAR NO TEATRO MUSICAL… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja APAIXONADO, você é EXCÊNTRICO, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: ATUAR NO TEATRO MUSICAL FORBIDDEN LOVES THEATRE.

(Emilia Clarke, 30, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é ASTRID, da história COMO TREINAR O SEU DRAGÃO! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a SE AVENTURAR A FORJAR ALGUNS EQUIPAMENTOS… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja CORAJOSA, você é COMPETITIVA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: TREINAR DRAGÕES, PROTEGÊ-LOS E GARANTIR A ADAPTAÇÃO DELES NO SEU SANTUÁRIO FIRE WITH WINGS.

(Kim Soo-Hyun, 32 anos, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é PRÍNCIPE KIT, da história CINDERELLA! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a ESTUDAR CORTE E COSTURA… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja RESPONSÁVEL, você é ANSIOSO, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: REPRESENTANTE E PRÍNCIPE HERDEIRO DE CASTLE OF DREAMS.

(Ana de Armas, 29, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é SCARLET THORNROSE, da história RED HOOD! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a APRENDER NOVAS RECEITAS COM SUA AVÓ… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja VALENTE, você é CÉTICA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: ATUANDO COMO INSTRUTORA DE AUTODEFESA NA BRAVE BEARS SCHOOL FOR HUNTERS E FAZENDO ALGUNS BICOS COMO CARPINTEIRA.

(Matt Bomer, 35 anos*, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é OLIVER CLAWFORD "GATO DE BOTAS", da história O GATO DE BOTAS! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a EM UMA BRIGA DE BAR COM BANDIDOS QUE TENTARAM O ASSALTAR… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja CORAJOSO, você é EGOÍSTA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: CAÇAR DE RECOMPENSAS E SER UM VIGILANTE EM BUSCA DE AVENTURAS.

(NICK ROBINSON, 26, ELE/DELE) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é KRISTOFF BJORGMAN, da históriaFROZEN! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a PRATICAR JARDINAGEM… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja CORAJOSO, você é RECLUSO, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: VENDER GELO E SORVETE NA KRISTOFF'S FROSTY TEARS.

(Drew Starkey, 30, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é PHILLIP, da história SLEEPING BEAUTY! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a LECIONAR HIPISMO… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja CARISMÁTICO, você é IMPULSIVO, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: GERENCIANDO O SEU CENTRO DE TREINAMENTO PARA CAVALEIROS, “PHILLIP’S KNIGHTLY STABLES”.

(Cha Eun-woo, 30, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é PETER PAN, da história PETER PAN! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja CARISMÁTICO, você é NARCISISTA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: NADA.

(Hailee Steinfeld, 26, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é LADY MARIAN, da história ROBIN HOOD! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a PRATICAR ARQUEARIA… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja DESTEMIDA, você é TEIMOSA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: ATENDENTE NA WISHES NOW! E AJUDANTE NA FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

(Chase Stokes, 31, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é ROBIN HOOD, da história ROBIN HOOD! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a LIDERAR A SEDE DA DEFESA MÁGICA EM CORONA… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja ALTRUÍSTA, você é IMPRUDENTE, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: AJUDANDO OS DESAFORTUNADOS DE MANEIRAS ILEGAIS E COMANDANDO A FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

(Liu Shishi, 35 anos, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é FA MULAN, da história MULAN! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até ingressado na ACADEMIA DE MAGIA… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja CURIOSA, você é INDISCIPLINADA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: LECIONAR SOBRE ARMAS & DEFESA COMUNS NO INSTITUTO DE ARMAS E DEFESA COMUM.

(Hannah Dodd, 28, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é AURORA BRIAR DORNRÖSCHEN, da história A Bela Adormecida! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a SER ESPOSA TROFÉU… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja ATENCIOSA e SOFISTICADA, você é VAIDOSA e INSEGURA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: VENDENDO FLORES NA FLORICULTURA BRIAR.

(Janhvi Kapoor, 27, ela/ dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é RAPUNZEL, da história TANGLED! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a ser PINTORA, RAINHA APENAS EM NOME , DIPLOMATA , CEO DAS EMPRESAS PUNZIE HAIR BEAUTY E GAROTA PROPAGANDA DOS PORTAIS DO REINO… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja CURIOSA, você é CABEÇA DURA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: PINTAR.

(Urassaya Sperbund, 29, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é CINDERELA, da história CINDERELA! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a SER RAINHA DE CASTLE DREAMS… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja RESILIENTE, você é INSEGURA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: FLORISTA NA BLOOMING AFFAIRS.

(Halle Bailey, 25 anos, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é PRINCESA ANNA DE ARENDELLE, da história FROZEN: UMA AVENTURA CONGELANTE! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a ESTUDAR NA ACADEMIA DA MAGIA PARA TORNAR-SE UMA GINETE DE DRAGÕES… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja ESPERANÇOSA, você é INGÊNUA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: CONTINUANDO OS SEUS ESTUDOS E CRIANDO SUA DRAGOA FILHOTE.

(Olivia Rodrigo, 25 anos, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é ALICE, da história ALICE NO PAÍS DAS MARAVILHAS! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a VIAJAR COM SEUS AMIGOS EM BUSCA DE CONFUSÕES E AVENTURAS… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja ENGENHOSA, você é IMPACIENTE, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: SENDO PROPRIETÁRIA DA “UNICÓRNIOS, ALICÓRNIOS E OUTRAS ESQUISITICES”, E VEZ OU OUTRA REPRESENTANDO O PAÍS DAS MARAVILHAS.

(Damla Makar, 28 anos, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é ADELLA, da história PEQUENA SEREIA! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a FAZER VISITAS GUIADAS A ATLANTIA … E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja BONDOSA, você é TEIMOSA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: ENSINAR NATAÇÃO PARA CRIANÇAS NA SEAWIMMING.

(Ben Barnes, 42, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é CAPITÃO GANCHO, da história PETER PAN! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a PIRATEAR… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja INTELIGENTE, você é MANIPULADOR, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: CONTRABANDEAR.

(Louis Garrel, 34 anos, ele⁄dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é ERIK COLEMAN, da história O FANTASMA DA ÓPERA! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a ESCREVER ROMANCES… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja PERSPICAZ, você é POSSESSIVO, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: ESCREVENDO LIVROS DE ROMANCES QUE NUNCA VIVEU OU IRÁ VIVER, E ADMINISTRAR SUA LIVRARIA.

(Go Minsi, 27, ela/dela). Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é SOPHIE HATTER, da história HOWL’s CASTLE! Todo mundo conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado uma FLORICULTURA… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja EMPÁTICA, você é SENSÍVEL, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: FAZENDO CHAPÉUS E ARRANJOS DE FLORES POR ENCOMENDA NA FLOWTTER.

(Zoey Deutch, 26, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é TOOTHIANA, da história ORIGEM DOS GUARDIÕES! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a CUIDAR DE CRIANÇAS COMO BABÁ… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja GENUÍNA, você é INCONSEQUENTE, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: DENTISTA INFANTIL.

(Florence Pugh, 25, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é SNOW WHITE, da história BRANCA DE NEVE E OS SETE ANÕES! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a SER REPRESANTE DE RED ROSE. E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja ADMIRÁVEL, você é INGÊNUA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: DAR AULAS PARA CRIANÇAS E LER HISTÓRIAS NO DUSTY BOOKS.

(Mark Rowley, 32 anos, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é GASTON LEGUME, da história BEAUTY AND THE BEAST! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a PALITAR OS DENTES APÓS DEVORAR UM VEADO ASSADO… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja ASTUTO, você é ARROGANTE, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: CUIDAR DO SEU BAR "TAVERNA DO GASTON" E OPINAR NA VIDA ALHEIA, AJUDANDO-OS A MELHORAR NO QUE FOR PRECISO.

(Tom Blyth, 30, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é LYKOS, LOBO MAU, da história CHAPÉUZINHO VERMELHO! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a VENDER PEÇAS DE COURO E PELEGO DE OUTROS ANIMAIS… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja PERSPICAZ, você é EGOÍSTA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: ARTESANATO.

(Aslihan Malbora, 27 anos, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é JANE NEHIR PORTER, da história TARZAN! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a ESCREVER UM LIVRO SOBRE SUAS PESQUISAS E ESTUDOS DURANTE A VIDA NA FLORESTA… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja BONDOSA, você é CURIOSA EM EXCESSO, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: ESTUDANDO PÓS-GRADUAÇÃO EM ANTROPOLOGIA MÁGICA E OCUPANDO UMA DAS VAGAS DE PESQUISADORA DO INSTITUTO DE ANTROPOLOGIA MÁGICA E ESTUDOS HISTÓRICOS (IAMEH) DA UNIVERSIDADE DE MALDONIA. 

(REGÉ-JEAN PAGE, 32 ANOS, ELE/DELE) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é FLYNN RIDER/EUGENE FITZHERBERT, da história ENROLADOS! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a PROPRIETÁRIO DE UMA LOJA DE PENHORES CHAMADA “ECOS” ONDE SE TEM OBJETOS DE TODOS OS REINOS POR ONDE ELE JÁ FOI COMO DIPLOMATA COM A ESPOSA E QUE PESSOAS LEVAM PARA PENHORAR. É O SEU “SUBSTITUTO” PARA ROUBO… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja ESPERTO, você é PRESUNÇOSO, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: DIPLOMATA DE CORONA.

(Enzo Vogrincic, 31 de aparência, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é BREU, da história A ORIGEM DOS GUARDIÕES! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a TRABALHAR COMO ESCRITOR E ABRIR SEU PARQUE DE DIVERSÕES… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja DEDICADO, você é EGOÍSTA, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: CUIDAR DO PARQUE FREAKLAND E ESCREVER.

[nievesmorena]

Adrien Brody para revista ELLE Russia.

Fotografias por Kat Irlin.

#Porsimelees❤️

[mvrcielago]

oigan qué bonitos plots tenía hace meses en mis drafts, im so sorry I left pero la vida no me daba. les dejo aquí mis muses y abajo una lista de fcs que no tengo y quiero rolear para hacer nuevos. les doy cualquier plot fr.

louis partridge

ana de armas

aaron tveit

tamino amir (ya está en mis muses pero me urge rolearlo más, lo amo)

astrid berges-frisbey

brenton thwaites

brie larson

dakota johnson

emma d'arcy

olivia cooke

milly alcock

emily carey

matt smith

hunter schafer

karla souza

natasha liu bordizzo

mia goth

stacy martin

jessie mei li

kristen stewart

avan jogia

jessica chastain

oscar isaac

pedro pascal

ben barnes

kim min-gue

lee jun-ho

liv tyler

jennifer connelly

samara weaving

jenna coleman

mason gooding

louis garrel

barry keoghan

raymond ablack

antonia gentry

madelyn cline

gillian anderson

damiano david

victoria de angelis

paul mescal

lee pace

thomas brodie sangster

grace van dien

aubrey plaza

ty simpkins

will sharpe

jeremy allen white

V

simone ashley

[ifeelgeek]

Odette busca a DEREK.

Preferentemente criatura (hombre lobo, tritón, etc)

Edad: 39 Aprox.

PB: Libre (sugerido Adam Brody)

Relación de PR.

Se conocieron hace ya bastantes años mientras ambos tocaban en una banda de música en el mundo muggle. Se volvieron cercanos, se enamoraron y años más tarde se casaron, aunque la relación actual de la pareja la decidiré con la persona interesada, ya que tengo varias ideas.

La búsqueda es más para un compañero de aventuras, el foro donde quiero crear el personaje tiene mucho movimiento de tramas y misiones interesantes. Además, contaría con familiares y amigos desde la creación del personaje. El hermano de Odette está casado con su mejor amiga y ambas parejas son cercanas y les gusta la aventura, no siempre optando por la legalidad.

El resto de Fcs por son Leightoon Meester, Blake Lively y Ryan Reynolds, de ahí la sugerencia del PB aunque sea libre elección del usuario tomarla o no.

Para más información dejo mi discord: snowflakestears

[ofroots]

raspberry-tender & mint leaf-sweet ─── always with a laugh 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 under your tongue. when we think you, we mean liberated. bones full of 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘, heart full of flower buds heralding the advent of 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔. lovingly crafted by 𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒚. wanted. connections. ooc notes. daniel.              

bem-vindo de volta, semideus. há 15 ANOS, você veio ao acampamento pela primeira vez e se apresentou como OLIVER CAMPBELL, foi reclamado por DEMÉTER e hoje já tem 24 ANOS. nesse tempo em que ficou fora, desenvolveu melhor seu jeito ALTRUÍSTA, mas ainda persiste em ser SUSCETÍVEL em dias ruins. é ótimo te ver de volta, especialmente estando mais a cara de THOMAS BRODIE-SANGSTER do que antes.

NOME COMPLETO: OLIVER CAMPBELL.

DATA DE ANIVERSÁRIO: 1 DE SETEMBRO DE 1999.

ORIENTAÇÃO: DEMISSEXUAL.

PRONOMES: ELE/DELE.

GÊNERO: MASCULINO.

SIGNO: VIRGEM.

ALIGNMENT: -

ARMA: FOICES CURTAS.

apesar da aparência similar com o instrumento agrícola, ambas foices são balanceadas e reforçadas para combate. dada sua perícia em manuseamento, oliver opta por usar uma em cada mão durante as batalhas e geralmente as carrega em um cinto modificado caso sejam necessárias. 

HABILIDADE: QUATRO ESTAÇÕES.

é capaz de englobar áreas limitadas em uma estação completamente paralela, seja com um propósito quando conjurado ou por estar em casos de instabilidade emocional extrema, afetando todos dentro do perímetro. fica exausto após o término e a área volta a ter a mesma aparência anterior, sem maiores alterações físicas permanentes.

em situações do cotidiano, a habilidade pode se manifestar interligada ao seu emocional em porções menores; como flores pequenas desabrochando por onde pisa ao estar contente, ou uma brisa gélida o acompanhando quando apático. nunca se esqueceu de quando fez orvalhar no chalé em sua primeira semana no acampamento por saudades do pai.

aprendeu a controlar com a idade, porém costuma se permitir sentir sem monitoramento quando está no acampamento.

BIOGRAFIA.

em todo início de setembro oliver acorda com um ano a mais, de mãos calorosamente frias e com o aroma de biscoitos assados na janela da cozinha. dessa vez, ele tem sete e a relva faz cócegas nos pés igualmente frios, e oliver não poderia se importar menos com os sermões de seu pai insistindo de que deveria colocar os sapatos e trocar o pijama antes de sair de casa para não pegar um resfriado. não quando o abraço de recebida da sua mãe era tão acolhedor quanto o primeiro dia do florescer das mudas após uma tempestade inclemente do inverno precedente.

com oito anos, as folhas caem novamente e seus pés correm frios pela relva; contudo, o frio permanece. com oito anos, oliver pega seu primeiro resfriado.

aos nove, oliver observa as folhas ressecadas pela janela do carro, pelas ruas movimentadas e nos fios de cabelo do amigo do seu pai que insiste em levá-lo para um tal acampamento importantíssimo (palavras dele). oliver aceita. não que houvesse local de fala para uma criança de nove anos naquela decisão, porém ele aceita sem pensar duas vezes; qualquer coisa que o leve de volta para a relva e longe daquela floresta de cimento.

e por mais que casa fosse sinônimo de abraço, de sermões preocupados e biscoitos, o oliver de dez anos se via contente com as risadas e conversas de seus irmãos quando passeavam nos campos — sim, ele ganhou irmãos! —, com o aroma das colheitas e com o calor da fogueira no seu aniversário de onze anos. pela primeira vez desde que partiu do abrigo das asas do seu pai e perdeu o abraço da sua mãe, ele se sentiu seguro e acolhido.

ainda assim, despedidas sempre abandonariam um gosto agridoce na língua. oliver decidiu aos dezoito anos de que iria sempre nutrir as relações que desabrocharam durante seus anos no acampamento, levando-as para vida e para onde quer que a vida o levasse. isso é, até se ver em uma luta contra bestas justo no seu trabalho de meio período na floricultura e perceber que o apartamento ali na esquina não seria sinônimo de casa tão cedo quanto esperava, e muito menos de porto-seguro.

[realmackross]

PARTIES: @letsbenditlikebennett, @realmackross TIME: Afternoon, September 16th SUMMARY: Alex visits Monty's farm and is surprised to find Mackenzie there. The two have a long needed heart-to-heart. WARNINGS: mental health tw, suicidal ideation tw, murder mention tw, death mention tw PREVIOUS THREADS:1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - Current.

The more information that seemed to come out surrounding Mackenzie’s reign of terror had made her want to disappear even more and never resurface again. Whatever the Flats had done to her had taught the young zombie never to question the potential power anything had in Wicked’s Rest ever again. How could she go out and face a town full of people she had tried to make into a meal? Especially the ones she had made into a meal. Who had seen her? What news was out in the world? She had so many questions, but like everything else in her life, she knew she couldn’t keep forcing it down.

Monty had been so kind as to let her stay hidden at his farm while she rested and tried to recoup from an illness that had not been fun at all. But if she were going to eventually face the outside world again, she was going to need someone on her side. Winter had made it clear that she didn’t want to be around Mackenzie anymore, which meant there was one person left that she felt like she could trust enough to tell the truth. Otherwise it was just going to be her and…

“Taylor, no. I’m not leaving yet. I’m not ready. I’m okay. Yeah. Just tell my parents I’m fine. I don’t know. Maybe I was preparing for another movie? Yeah, yeah. No. I have everything I need. Thank you.” With a soft, quivering sigh, Mackenzie hung up the phone and shoved it into the pocket of her jeans.

—

Stopping by the farm hadn’t been entirely planned, but when she found herself in Gatlin Fields anyway because of a hankering for spiced apple cider, it only seemed natural to stop by and see Monty. Maybe Alex also wanted to see the kids, but who could really blame her for that one? Baby goats were damn cute. Maybe part of her hoped it’d be a good time to bring up his lack of heartbeat. It felt like something to broach with him first rather than her cousin and she was curious. 

Despite the fact Alex knew that he probably didn’t need a beverage given the lack of heartbeat, she still brought one along with her. Aria didn’t need to eat real food and she still enjoyed candy. Even Mack liked to snack on normal food sometimes even if it tasted like bland. So she was mostly confident in her decision to bring Monty a warm, spiced apple cider as well. It was manners or something. 

However, as she walked up the field toward the farm itself, she heard a familiar voice that wasn’t Monty’s. Hell, it wasn’t even Kaden’s which would have also not surprised her though she would have of course had to lightly tease her cousin. That would have made more sense than it being Mack. She couldn’t think of a reason why Mack would be on a cattle farm of all places. Hollywood actress to hanging around a place that smelled like manure was a pretty big jump, but she followed the sound of the voice anyway only to find Mack hanging up the phone. 

“Uh,” Alex started with a confused look on her face, “Hey?” Her head tilted as she looked at Mack who somehow didn’t look completely out of place on a farm… not that she looked like a farmhand either, but this definitely wasn’t that one crappy reality show with heiresses she saw five minutes of on TV once. “Wasn’t expecting to find you here,” she hesitated, “You’re not diving into reality TV, are you? Think you’re a little too down to earth for the whole city to farm girl thing…” 

—

Mackenzie was struggling. There was still so much that was unknown. What kind of havoc and pure hell had she caused all over town? Maybe it wasn’t as bad as she thought. Maybe it was all in her brain, and she had stayed in one small area and feasted on wildlife. It made sense right? She was super sick when she had come to Monty, and zombies did need human brains to survive. That had to be it. Maybe if she could just live in the land of denial just a little longer, she’d be set.

“Huh?” Okay, if this was a mythical land she liked to call her own, it sure as hell sounded a lot like, “Alex? What are you doing here?” Mackenzie’s face had held so much confusion. Had Winter or Monty told the werewolf about the zombie being here? If so, she would have a word with whoever it was, "Did Winter…or Monty say something to you?” It couldn’t have been Elora, because she barely knew Elora. Maybe it had been Winter. Maybe she had still cared, and it wasn’t as bad as…No, there was no way Winter was just going to let Brody’s death go like that.

—

Clearly, both of them were confused about the other’s presence on the farm. Alex hadn’t even known that Mack knew Monty. Hell, if he wasn’t her cousin’s boyfriend, she probably wouldn’t be dropping in to visit the goats with apple cider for them just for funsies on her way home from class. Her head tilted to the side as they shared a bewildered look. “Huh,” she asked, “Winter? Monty? No… I didn’t know you were even here.” 

She held up the two paper cups with the apple cider and a bit of a shrug. “Monty is Kaden’s boyfriend,” Alex explained, “Was mostly dropping in to visit the baby goats. Cilantro and Jalapeno are kind of my besties.” She offered a somewhat awkward smile as she was still thrown off guard by running into her friend. “Wasn’t expecting to run into my person-shaped bestie, too. What are you doing here anyway?”

—

Though Mackenzie was still slightly confused, there was a part of her that was somewhat relieved to see Alex standing in front of her. It was better than having Winter come back and say what she had probably wanted to say after a night of sleeping on the information that Mackenzie had revealed to her, “Oh…Well, hey!” Her voice was still uneasy. Did Alex know about the stuff in town? Did Mackenzie even make it into town? Maybe this had been her opportunity to get some answers.

Mackenzie’s eyes drifted to the paper cups and back to Alex, “Oh. Oh! I didn’t see that one coming.” So love as a zombie was possible, if you were experienced and had lived as long as Monty, but Monty was a great person, and he deserved happiness, “Good for them. And I haven’t seen the baby goats, but Monty got me a llama. She’s outback in one of the pastures. I named her Sallama Gomez. Um, but, yea.” The zombie paused, before speaking again, “Uh, did anything weird happen in town this past week?” She had felt odd after everything that had happened after the Flats and before the Flats, during their second sleepover which had turned super awkward, and she had hoped that Alex had been okay after everything that had happened.

—

“Surprised me too,” Alex laughed, still a little uneasy. She couldn’t place it, but something felt off. There was something about the vibe that just felt off. It was like looking at an incomplete puzzle with no reference photo— she wasn’t even sure what pieces she was trying to put together, but none of them were slotting into place. “They’re pretty cute.” That much was true. 

“Sallama Gomez,” she perked up, “She’s just like Taylor for real… doing anything to bring up Selena Gomez.” The strange energy was still sitting between them and only seemed to become more apparent when Mack asked about stuff happening in town. Admittedly, Alex had been a little bit checked out between catching up on school work and working on practicing shifting. “Uh, weird how? There’s literally always weird shit happening in this place,” she answered with a confused crease in her brows, “I’ve been playing catch up with school after well… getting shot. Why did something happen? Did the weird thing happen to you? What’s going on, Mack?” 

A concerned look flashed across her features. “Something feels off here,” Alex explained, “I don’t know what, but you can talk to me. You know that, right?” 

—

Mackenzie’s entire energy had been off since coming out of her zombie trance. She had even felt it the day before with Winter, but the woman hadn’t given her long enough to actually have a conversation without leaving in a flash, “I’ll have to go see them. The goats, I mean. Not Monty and Kaden. And yeah, I wanted something cute, and Sallama Gomez it was. Maybe you can convince Monty to get another llama, Tayllama Swift, and they can be besties.” She laughed softly, but her mind was racing.

“Right? How are you? Are you doing better? You look better.” Mackenzie gave Alex a look over. She did look much better than the last time she had seen her. She seemed happier and like life was maybe getting back on track. But Mackenzie was putting off the inevitable for fear of losing another friend. She couldn’t take a double friendship hit in the course of two days. She just couldn’t, but Alex was onto her. The werewolf could tell something was up, “I know. I know…”

Mackenzie looked down to find her leg shaking and immediately stopped it, but the suspicion hung heavy in the air, “Something big happened. But I can’t remember what it was. I just know when I came out of it, I was in the back of someone’s truck being brought here.” She had looked at the social media as Winter had suggested and had seen a few things, but it all had been related to some wild animal, which she had wondered if it was her, “And I told Winter something, and now I think our friendship is over.” The zombie’s eyes were blank as she was now staring past Alex instead of looking at her like she had been earlier.

—

There was something akin to comfort to be found in the llama jokes the girls exchanged. Alex had always relied heavily on humor in difficult moments and while she knew it wasn’t necessarily her best trait, it was nice to share with Mack. They could ease themselves into the moment of whatever was coming. Even if it was apparent by the way the air between them felt almost thick that the zombie was carrying something heavy, they could ease themselves into the harder topics like one would slowly enter a cool pool on a hot summer day. Not that she ever did that. She was much more likely to dive straight into ice cold water before anyone would notice the wet dog smell was in fact coming from her. 

“Tayllama Swift,” she smiled weakly, “Now the goat remix of I Knew You Were Trouble makes so much more sense.” Which admittedly, that remix had no business slapping as much as it did, but that was hardly the point. The joke brought a small bit of brevity along with it which seemed all the more necessary as Mack spoke again. Alex made a concerted effort to keep her brows from knitting together in confusion. While she wasn’t well-versed in the undead, she didn’t think they randomly lost their memories like new werewolves did during a shift. She observed the zombie as she spoke, looking for hints of what could have happened. “Whatever happened, we’ll figure it out, okay,” she assured. 

When Kaden had come home covered in blood that she knew was the hunter’s, Alex had made a promise to herself to immerse herself more in the supernatural circle she’d found. Looking out for each other felt less like asking someone to fight on both sides of a war they never asked to be a part of. Neither she nor Mack asked to be part of the supernatural either, but they were already placed squarely on one side of the battlefield. There would always be people who killed them simply for what they were and there would always be whole wars fought internally as they fought with themselves. Most days, it was still a fight for her to put those intrusive thoughts in the back of her mind and she had been at this for 13 years. This was all still new to Mack and something big had happened. While she couldn’t piece together exactly what based on the zombie’s condition, the way she held herself gave some hints. As much as Alex loved Mack, she knew both of them were dangerous. 

“What did you tell Winter,” Alex asked softly as she took a seat on one of the hay bales sitting around. She patted the spot beside her indicating for Mack to join her. The zombie’s eyes were no longer meeting hers and being side-by-side at least naturally gave some reason for that while allowing them to be close enough for Alex to offer comfort. She could make some guesses about what would be big enough to end a friendship, but this was Mack’s story to tell. Whatever it was, Winter had turned her away and that had to hurt. Even if it was the worst case scenario, Alex knew she had to be supportive. If Mack was going to get through being a new zombie and figure any of this out, she needed someone in her corner and Alex wanted to be in her corner. No matter what Mack had done, she was still kind and caring. Something that happened to her and made her something that had to fight for control didn’t just erase all of that. “I think,” she hummed, “Maybe talking about it could help… and I won’t leave you. Whatever it is, you’re still my best friend, ok?” 

And she found she meant it. Alex had never had a best friend and had never even used the phrase so earnestly before, but it felt important that Mack knew she was gonna be here no matter what. 

—

Since coming to Wicked’s Rest, Mackenzie had never imagined she would have made friends like she had, especially a best friend with a werewolf. Of course, the finding out of the werewolf part didn’t come until later, but to have made such a close friend so fast had been like a miracle. Mackenzie had spent most of her life just trying to figure out who was genuine and who wasn’t, but after the tragedy with Brody, she had truly believed that she shouldn’t have been around anyone. To care about people as a brain eating monster had been contradictory, and her worst nightmares had been proven true not even two years into her new and horrific life. But the day that Mack had met Alex, something just clicked. Her humor, but also her humbleness and kindness, especially after the mime prank had proven that she was real. It had just been a bonus that she didn’t know anything about the actress.

The real test of friendship, though, had seemed to have come when Alex found out what Mackenzie was in the worst possible way, and still loved her for it. And like any real friendship, Mack knew that not every moment was going to be perfect or easy, like sleepover part two, but the fact that Alex was still around and they had somehow managed to still have fun said a lot.

“I love that video…” It was really all she could muster in the moment in a way of humor. The awkwardness that was hanging in the air felt like it was suffocating her, and she finally decided to give into Alex’s offer.

Taking a seat next to the werewolf, Mackenzie’s leg started to shake again. She was blinded by the thoughts in her mind and everything around her seemed so bright like she wanted to pass out, but couldn’t. Like it was all a nightmare. Like her entire life had been one big, neverending nightmare and she just wanted to wake up from it, “I killed him. I killed Brody.” She had spoken the exact same words she had told Winter the day before. If Alex wanted to run, Mackenzie couldn’t blame her, but she also knew that if she did, then Wicked’s Rest was going to be just another thing of the past. “I don’t remember how it happened. I just remember coming home that night, and he was standing in the doorway waiting on me, but I was so hungry. And when I came to. When I could remember things again…he was dead.”

She looked down at the ground searching for any miniscule thing she could hold onto with her eyes. Put her focus on while she waited for Alex to be disgusted with her and take off. Her heart was fragile. From waking up at Monty’s knowing something horrible had happened to losing Winter to now confessing what she did to Alex it had all happened so fast, and she had wanted the sky to open up right then and there and strike her down in her unnatural undead life, so it would finally all be over with. 

—

When Mack finally took the seat next to her, Alex felt a small wave of relief. There was so much tension hanging in the air and the small gesture of taking the seat beside her relieved some of that. Whatever it was that was weighing so heavily on her friend, she knew she’d do whatever she could to help, even if the only thing she could do was just be there. Even if that never felt like enough to give, she knew firsthand what a difference it could make when someone stuck around through the hard parts. She could feel the way Mack’s leg shook and she knew that whatever came next, wasn’t going to be easy. Seeing her friend hurting this way wasn’t easy, but Mack had sat by her side watching shitty movies when Alex was the one hurting and making mistakes. She knew she hadn’t made it easy either by trying to write the whole attack off as no big deal, but Mack was still there and glad to offer whatever she could in the way of support. Because that’s what friends did and it was Alex’s turn to be a good friend now. 

The confession was followed by silence for a moment. Alex wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but admittedly violence or some sort of zombie related accident had been at the forefront of her mind. This was in line with that but somehow so much heavier at the same time. Her hand found Mack’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. It was hardly anything in the midst of what she had just confessed, but it was all she could do. Death was hard enough as it was, but having caused the death of the person you loved? She couldn’t imagine how much that weight had been crushing Mack all this time. 

“Mack,” she breathed in practically a whisper, “I’m so sorry.” The words felt silly. She’d heard them enough time over the course of her own life and it felt just as awkward from the other side. Grief was tricky to navigate that way, but this was bigger still. Alex spent most of her life feeling like a monster because of what she was and Mack had been thrown into being something she never asked for and it cost her so much. Suddenly, abandoning a family legacy felt so incredibly small in comparison. “You didn’t know, ok,” she said carefully, “You were thrown into being a zombie with no warning or preparation… you couldn’t have known.”

Alex gently wrapped her arms around Mack and held onto her friend tightly knowing that it’d take a really tight hug for the zombie to really feel it. It didn’t fix anything, nothing could ever fix death or erase the grief and guilt that followed it, but she hoped it told her friend that no matter what, she’d be right here whenever Mack needed her— that there was no mistake too big that would make her turn her back on the girl who had become her closest friend. “I know nothing fixes what happened,” she murmured, “Or bring Brody back, but I’m not going anywhere, ok? I know you’re not bad even if right now it might feel like you are.” 

—

Mackenzie was scared. In fact, she had been living her life in fear since the day she had become a zombie. Ironic - a monster living in fear. But it had become the new normal for her. Watching her back everywhere she went. Holing up in her house and trying to avoid being around people. For someone who had lived such a social life to just stop had been nearly impossible. It hadn’t just been a physical death. It had been a mental death as well, but one that she couldn’t exactly show. Not in public anyways. She always had to be as well put together as possible. Fake a smile for her fans and the people around her. It was all one sick and twisted game, and it was finally starting to break her.

But the simple gesture of Alex putting her hand on Mackenzie’s shoulder had meant something. It meant she wasn't alone. It meant that Alex wasn’t planning on leaving her behind. She was still there. It was the hug that solidified everything. The hug that made the zombie fully breakdown and sob. She hadn’t cried like this around anyone in a long time, and as much as she wanted to stop, she couldn’t. Instead, she wrapped her arms tightly around Alex and refused to let go, “I promise I didn’t mean to kill him. I know what I am is against everything ever created, and I wish that the fall had killed me the first time…Then he’d still be alive. Then Brody would still be here. The PA, everybody else I’ve hurt…They’d all still be alive, Alex. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt them…” She confessed it all into Alex’s shoulder, her face buried from shame of what she had done, despite it being out of her control.

Her heart had been breaking for a long time, and whatever this week had been had finally driven her to a release. Anything that was coming out had to be cathartic right? The weight of carrying around so much death and destruction somewhat being out in the open. But there were still the consequences of her actions. How was she going to face that? You couldn’t just throw a zombie in prison could you? But maybe being driven mad by lack of food and the same dark, dank little cell was what she deserved for the rest of her undead life.

Pulling away from Alex and looking at her with hazy eyes, Mackenzie spoke, “What do I do Alex? I’m responsible for people dying. Do I turn myself in? Do I run again? I don’t know what to do anymore?” She wiped her eyes and looked back down at the floor; her posture slumped in defeat. Mackenzie didn’t want to keep going at this point for fear of what she was capable of.

—

The only thing Alex could do was hold Mack while she cried. Mistakes weren’t something that could simply be undone, especially when they ended in death, but she had to believe that moving forward and being better was possible. If it wasn’t, why were either of them even here? If her parents were to be believed, neither of them should be here, but that didn’t feel quite right either. Maybe there wasn’t a clear right answer, but holding her friend while she sobbed and processed the weight of what she had done felt like it was the right thing to do. She clung on tightly to her friend and tried to be something of an anchor with her tight grip. Her heart hurt for Mack, how she got thrown into this crazy supernatural world and found herself unmoored within. It was scary, it made you doubt everything you ever knew about yourself— she wanted so badly for Mack to not have to deal with any of it, but that wasn’t the way the world worked. 

Alex stroked the back of her friend’s head and ran her hand through the short blonde tresses. She remembered Andy would do the same when she cried as a kid and it always felt comforting then. She could only hope it had the same effect for Mack whose world had all but fallen apart the day she died. It wasn’t the same, but maybe part of her could understand that, a bigger part than she really wanted to admit. The hurt that Mack felt now— the werewolf knew part of it would always stay with her. It wouldn’t feel as crushing all the time, sure, but it would always be there and able to bring the zombie to her knees as the wave hit her. She hated that her friend had to know that kind of hurt that lingered so long that it eventually became a part of her. Her own eyes turned misty as she whispered, “I know you didn’t, I know.” 

The pain in Mack’s voice was so raw that it practically gutted her and Alex was only a bystander to it. She hadn’t lived it, but something in the way Mack wished she had stayed dead that day struck a chord. How many times had she wished the bite that turned her into a monster had just killed her instead? When had she stopped wishing that? She held Mack a little tighter. “Maybe, maybe not,” she offered gently, “Things could have gone a lot of different ways and it sucks that this is the way they went. It really really does. But you’re here now and maybe there’s no changing what happened, but you can still make it count.” 

Or maybe she didn’t even need to make it count. Alex wasn’t really sure. She’d spent so long trying to justify her own existence to herself that it was hard to separate the tangled threads of who she was and how she felt from the broken record of everything her parents taught her that still played like an echo in the darkest corners of her mind. 

When Mack pulled away, their eyes met for a moment and Alex felt herself tenderly searching her friend for signs of what she needed. She was asking for advice and next steps. Part of it scared the werewolf. She hardly had all the answers as much as she liked to pretend nothing fazed her. Mack was looking at the floor again and Alex pondered for a moment what was the best way forward. “You can’t turn yourself in,” she began. That much she knew with certainty. “Zombie in prison is kind of a recipe for disaster and a lot more dead bodies,” she explained, “But I don’t think you have to run either. Don’t think you’ll find another town as weird as this one anyway.” 

But what was the answer? What would give Mack some meaning to her life after death? Alex wasn’t sure, but she didn’t think acting was going to be it. That much attention on Mack and eventually someone would notice she wasn’t aging. It felt unfair that it was yet another part of her life that Mack had to leave behind. Alex chewed at her lower lip for a moment before she finally spoke again. “I think what you do now is just… work to get a handle on the whole zombie thing and do good where you can. You’re kind, you know? That kind of thing makes more of a difference than you think. Start small, find things that give you meaning and purpose in the whole undead existence thing you kind of just got thrown into.” 

—

Mackenzie took in this moment. Absorbed all of it. The way Alex was rubbing her head. Her words. Every part of it. She had felt so lost and broken. Mackenzie had just wanted to disappear and never be seen again. The darkness that consumed her life on a regular basis was almost too much to handle on most days, and she had felt so alone for so long. But, at this moment, she wasn’t. There was somebody who cared enough to have stayed by her side.

She couldn’t fault Winter for leaving though. She knew exactly what the medium was going through. Mackenzie had become a zombie a mere two years ago and still struggled with the idea of it every day. Winter had only experienced it just recently. The supernatural world. But it still was a stab straight to her weak heart when she didn’t even give Mackenzie a chance. Instead, taking her leave with nothing but a warning about Taylor and the havoc she was wreaking on Mackenzie’s social media.

“I know you’re right.” Her voice shook with each word she spoke. “You’re right about all of it. I know the easiest thing to do would just be to give up. Which…I want to so badly. But there’s got to be something more out there for me right? Like you were saying, counteract the bad with the good?” She gave a faltering smile to Alex. Mackenzie was scared. She was afraid of what the world could do to her, but more so of what she could do to the world. The past two years had been mourning a life that was never going to be finished living. And here she sat, not sure she wanted her undead one either. But she at least had to try right? She had come this far, and if someone like Alex was willing to be there to walk alongside her and help her through it, then wasn’t that a good enough reason to stay?

[wildcmbcrsupdates]

haleylubra: 📸 #haleylurichardson com Paul Rogers e Adam Brody em portraits para o Film Independent Spirit Awards em Santa Monica.

Adam Brody, Haley Lu Richardson and Paul Rogers via haleylubra on Instagram, 03/04/2023.

[hellgirl-ix]

Gabriela e Brodie decidiram contratar uma babá para que pudessem passar um tempo sozinhos.

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Gabriela and Brodie decided to hire a nanny so they could enjoy some alone time.

[saltcover]

#VidaReal Globoface clássica em TrueType, existe?!...

Acabo de descobrir que a famosa “fonte do gerador de caracteres da Globo”, que também frequentou alguns comerciais impressos da Volkswagen, com algumas alterações, SIM, chegou a existir em formato digital.

E mais, em um GC igual ao do SBT (na verdade, todas as emissoras, menos a Manchete e a TV Cultura, já usaram esse equipamento, incluindo outras empresas como Polishop, Radiobrás, Rede Gospel, Televisa e Walt Disney do Brasil - sei lá, acho que só eu não tive esse GC na América Latina mesmo - e era em Standard Definition, imagine se fosse HD - E mais, a TV Globo usava em programações secundárias, como aberturas de minisséries estrangeiras em uma época em que eles decidiram fazer um visual próprio para cada minissérie - e aparentemente também era o GC do TV Pirata de 1988 a 1990.

(Programa Livre, em 1991. Upload de Êgon Bonfim.)

Era o da Rede Paranaense, em 1992 - a mesma daquelas telas paradas de 1999. Aquela que já me fez arrancar os cabelos de como seu padrão visual era diferente das outras, fora um certo mau gosto nas trilhas sonoras... (tudo isso a partir de 2023 vendo pelo YouTube, eu nunca estive tanto tempo no Paraná que pudesse assistir á essa emissora.)

Na Rede Paranaense, o logo do telejornal era feito pelo próprio GC, em vez de ser um gráfico importado de outro lugar, como costumava ser em outras afiliadas.

Reparem que NÃO É A VAG ROUNDED (que existe tranquilamente em TrueType e poderia até ser, mas não é). Imagens de 1994.

(Sim, Carmen está com um Micron TX-503, o famoso microfone da Xuxa e do Francisco José, com sua secção quadrada que não tem como adaptar em canoplas... Uploads por Cláudia Vicentin, no YouTube)

> Alguns segundos do GC em ação no encerramento de um telejornal

Esse GC, ao que tudo indica, baseava os tipos de letra em fontes TrueType. Ao contrário de equipamentos da mesma época (como os de Manchete e Globo), onde as letras eram pixel arts de, sei lá, 5 ou 6 tamanhos diferentes, com os dados gravados em placas de expansão - inclua-se o GC das aberturas das novelas globais - mas esse outro equipamento fazia letras de qualquer tamanho, inclusive intermediários que até então não existiam (como visto nas primeiras edições do Aqui Agora, onde as manchetes eram menores do que seriam depois). Qualquer tamanho e qualquer aspecto também (condensado, expandido, etc.), como vimos no Programa Livre. Fora rotacionar e até espelhar as letras, algo de necessidade zero em 90% da programação de TV convencional.

Outra prova é que eu, ávido colecionador dessas coisas, já encontrei todos os tipos de letra usados pelo SBT nesse equipamento em fontes TrueType que só podem ser as próprias, sendo totalmente idênticas - (Helvetica bold e normal, Univers Bold, Futura, Cooper Bold, Prestige, Latin 721 e Windsor - esta última muito rara, mas tá lá. E todos pelo mesmo fabricante, a Bitstream.

(Curiosidade, a Helvetica ‘roman’ nunca foi usada pelo SBT, mas foi abusada por outras empresas, como a Polishop.)

O que eu acho curioso é a, digamos “personalidade” na escolha de alguns desses typefaces. Cooper sempre foi usado a versão black antes desse GC aparecer. Prestige nunca foi unanimidade para quem teve máquinas de escrever elétricas, o pessoal usava mais a Courier.

(Esse typeface teve seu estrelato total no Canal 21, quando este ainda tinha infraestrutura e jornalismo próprio.)

Também existem da Bitstream outras fontes que eu vi em outros programas ou horários políticos e “acho” que é o mesmo GC só que numa segunda geração, como Handel Gothic, Brody e Futura Bold Condensed.

E onde estará essa fonte de terminações arredondadas? Porquê mesmo em sites profissionais nós não a encontramos?...

Essa pode ser a fonte digital mais exclusiva do mundo - talvez só perca para a Folha Serif, de Lucas De Groot, desenhada para a Folha de São Paulo.

[birdmitosis]

This is just for me so I'm not gonna tag it much, but I've been thinking of various names for the Slay the Princess characters in a mundane human AU -- so like, not names they'd pick for themselves in the context of having gotten through the game, but just... names.

For. Reasons.

Princesses:

The Shifting Mound: Princess (meaning is obvious)

Adversary: Adelaide (aka Addy) (meaning "nobleness, nobility") or Adva (meaning "small wave, ripple")

Beast: Betrys (aka Bee) (but she's uh. Wynne's big pet cat) (meaning "voyager, traveler" or "blessed, happy")

Damsel: Daniel (meaning "God is my judge") (transmasc)

Nightmare: Merita (meaning "meritorious, worthy") (Sprita's scary sister)

Prisoner: Priscila (meaning "ancient")

Razor: Raz (meaning "secret") (nonbinary)

Spectre: Sprita (meaing "witty, lively" but also "breath, energy") (Merita's less scary sister)

Stranger: Star (meaning again is obvious)

Tower: Antonia (aka Tonya) (not really a clear meaning but has a strong pedigree)

Witch: Wynne (meaning "white, blessed") (genderfluid)

Voices:

Broken: Brody (meaning "ditch, mire") or Brook (from surname meaning "lives near a brook")

Cheated: Chi (meaning "branch") or Chidi (meaning "God exists")

Cold: Cole (no one's sure what it's short for if anything) (probably means "victory of the people" but could mean "charcoal"?)

Contrarian: Connie (ditto above) (could mean a lot of things)

Hero: Hero (obvious meaning) or Hiro (meaning "generous, tolerant") (yeah)

Hunted: Hulda (meaning either "hiding, secrecy," "gracious, sweet, lovable," or "weasel, mole")

Opportunist: Ofelia (meaning "help, advantage") (entirely because of this song tbh? idek why)

Paranoid: Parastu (aka Para) (meaning "swallow [bird]")

Skeptic: Skyler (meaning "scholar")

Smitten: Sitti (meaning "furrow") (transfem)

Stubborn: Sten (meaning "stone")

Other:

The Long Quiet: Quinn (meaning "sense, reason" or "head, chief")

The Narrator: Narcyz (aka Echo) (meaning "sleep, numbness"... and, well, echo's meaning is obvious) (yes this is a Narcissus and Echo reference--)