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mollyasterwrites replied to your post: hello hi a wild becca appears  – these are the...

……. we should do kris and hans >:)

YES. YES I AGREE.

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hello hi a wild becca appears 

-- these are the things i think i owe. please correct me if i’m missing something or if something happened & you’re not into it anymore or whatever!!! 

marie & gaston

marie & bertie

marie & rita 

marie & gerard 

hans & anna 

milo & livvy

milo & belle 

chuckie & fionn

tiana & patricia

ALSO obviously i want to write all the threads with all of the characters (so yell @ me if you wanna do something) but hi esmé & steph i don’t have any threads with you guys and i want them!@!!! ♥♥♥

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YOOOOOO IT TOOK ME 2 DAYS BUT I FINALLY REMEMBERED MY EMAIL & PW!!!@!@ 

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Meet Alice Liddell, a wandering soul & a known dreamer ! 

Age: 19.  Faceclaim: Hannah Murray Sexuality: Pansexual.  Blog: here.

Growing up, Alice didn’t have many friends -- and, no -- it wasn’t due to the fact that she was strange or an outcast. It was more because of the fact that she didn’t attend a physical place of education. Her afternoons were spent sprawled out on the grass with her kitten, Dinah, and listening to her sister repeat the long never-ending list of presidents to help Alice with her History homework. 

Thankfully, Alice always had a knack for memorizing information and can spit back out anything you give in her perfect order. Which is why most of those afternoons actually consisted of her zoning out of the the real-world and into her own special wonderland filled with caterpillars and peculiar cats; only returning her attention towards her sister when it was time to answer a question, or make a comment about her sister’s improper grammar. 

At the age of fourteen, she grew tired of the same ol’ routine, and begged her parents to allow her to go a public high school, so that she can actually develop friendships with others’ her age. After a lot of arguing, and again, a lot of comments about improper grammar, the Liddells’ agreed to send Alice off to Cherry Grove high school. 

For a girl that was so proper and even curtsied when saying hello, it was difficult to meet like-minded people, but she quickly found herself in awe with Bunny Whitemore, the high school’s it-girl. Of course, Alice didn’t understand what an it-girl was, as she hadn’t been introduced to high school stereotypes yet. And, as intelligent as she was, she didn’t understand what shrooms, marijuana, LSD and an assortment of other drugs were until Bunny met her downward spiral, taking Alice with her. 

Even through the nights of blacking out, morning hangovers, and her own wonderland coming to life thanks to hallucinogenics, Alice would never take any of it back. It was everything a curious mind could want, and finally, she had others to share it with. 

Alice still partakes in the popping of pills and other drugs, but she is still proud of her friends who chose to get clean and will do whatever to help them through it. She’s always willing to take on an adventure, no matter how frightening and she’s often found with a flower crown wrapped around her head. 

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Meet Hans Westergaard, brother of twelve & nobody’s favorite fuckboy !  Age: 23.  Faceclaim: Sam Claflin Sexuality: Aromantic pansexual.  Blog: here.  Growing up with twelve brothers sounds great, right? I mean, you always have someone to play cops & robbers with or to swing on the swings with, right? You couldn’t be more wrong. But, I guess that’s the story of brother number unlucky 13. After having so many brothers already.. the novelty and newness kind of fades, and the last one is just tossed to the side (or in mud puddles).  

He envied his older brothers -- as they always had each other, through the good times and the bad. All he had was an imaginary friend and dreams that one day he will prevail. For years, he attempted to be someone his brothers would want to befriend; someone who would sneak into the desserts before supper, because he knew his brothers had a sweet tooth, or even lie to his parents to help the others’ get out of trouble. It never seemed to matter though; they barely uttered a ‘thanks’ as they’d walk away with their brownies or ice cream. 

Hans grew up in a family drowning with wealth, but does that matter when your parents care more about their riches and other sons, than they did you? Hans didn’t get his A+ assignments hung on the refrigerator, nor did he get to swing a bat on the baseball field with his father. All things he would trade his wealth for. He’d even give up his butler, the only person who would ask how his day went in school, to have parents who actually loved him. 

After finally throwing in the towel, and giving up any dreams of impressing the others, Hans did make one friend -- Dylan Westland. Dylan wasn’t wealthy, not at all, in fact -- the only reason he attended the same private school as Hans is due to a scholarship.  Dylan was smart, intriguing, and actually cared about the Westergaard boy. Inside jokes, secrets, feelings, it was all new to Hans, and for once, he felt like he belonged somewhere. 

It didn’t take long for the other Westergaards to notice the new boy sitting at their dining room table, and soon after, offensive terms accusing Hans of being homosexual were tossed in his direction. Of course, no teenage boy wants their masculinity to be questioned and laughed at, and that’s exactly why Hans abruptly pushed his best friend away; leaving him to, once again, be alone.

That wasn’t enough for the other Westergaards. They wanted more -- they wanted to see Dylan humiliated, or at least, wanted to see Hans being in charge of the humiliation. Invitation to be a part of the brothers, one Hans should have already been a part of, was given to the youngest, stating that if he was to do something detrimental towards Dylan, than he can finally hang out with the rest. 

Of course, always wanting to fit in and be a part of the Westergaard family, he did it. 

The next morning, Dylan was found with tear-brimmed eyes at his locker, packing up because he’d no longer be going to that school, thanks to the embarrassment of having the words ‘f*g’ and ‘homosexual’ graffiti-ed on his now cleaned-out locker. Hans couldn’t bring himself to make eye-contact, and instead, walked straight to the group of Westergaard boys who were in a fit of hysterical laughter.   

... you would think that, if anything, Hans would have some kind of happy ending and be a part of the brothers now. Especially after the pain of hurting his best friend. But, nope! In the midst of the hysterical laughter, one of the brothers piped up with, “c’mon! You will never be one of us,” and shoo’ed him away. 

And that’s when he promised, he’ll show them one day --       

And, he’ll do it alone, because shutting off feelings and not developing friendships hurt a hell of a lot less. The sting of losing Dylan haunted him for years to come.  

Moving to Cherry Grove gave Hans a brand new start and a field of possibilities. Especially, after being informed that the Abrahamsen’s parents have passed; allowing Elsa to become the mayor. Pathetic, really. A young girl who barely left her domain is ruling an entire city? He knew he had to take her down, and with the skill of manipulation (the one thing his brothers were good for), found himself flirting with the younger Abrahamsen sister to weasel himself into their good graces, and to eventually knock Elsa off her throne, and prove to the rest of the Westergaards that he is someone. 

He’s cold and doesn’t allow others to know much about him; he has the ability to adapt the personality of the person he’s interacting with in order to get them to like him, so anything anyone knows about him is completely false.

When Hans isn’t manipulating someone, you can find him.. okay, who am I kidding? He’s always manipulating someone. 

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ya’lllll here’s my to - do list for tomorrow or saturday

really this is for me because i’m a forgetful bean. 

write hans x anna starter.

reply to at least one thread.

add jafar & him to inspos. 

write alice bio.

write hans bio. 

write milo bio. 

answer the rest of the honesty hours. 

add chuckie & cher to muses page. 

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cherry grove aesthetics → marie chambert played by @chloefrazerwrites

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In honor of broadwayfaceshq being open for 1 year, we decided to do a giveaway to thank our followers! 

Guidelines

You must be following us. (We’ll be checking since this is something I want to do as a thank you)

We’d like you to be part of the roleplaying community. So a rp, indie, rph, muse, etc. All of those count!

You can reblog this as many times as you like. But likes won’t count.

After winners are picked (at random), you must respond within 48 hours to redeem your prize, otherwise we will pick a new winner. (There will be 10 winners total)

You have until JULY 12th to reblog (so 2 weeks from posting)

Prizes: 

AJ will be offering:

Two gif packs

Two rp icon packs (50+ each)

Steph will be offering:

Two gif packs 

Two gif icon packs

Two sets of manips (2 manips in each set) 

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[high-on-life-and-poptarts]

Bored? Bold what applies to you..

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meganhipwellwrites:

high-on-life-and-poptarts:

You are in high school. You dropped out of high school. You live within 20 minutes of your best friend. You don’t have a best friend. You live within 20 minutes of the last person you kissed.  You live within 20 minutes of your ex. You have hugged someone in the last 48 hours. You have been to the movies within the last week. You have had 3 or more boyfriends/girlfriends just this year. You have been a designated driver.  You have broken merchandise and not paid for it. You have played strip poker. You are Catholic. You are atheist. You recycle regularly. You are a brunette. You have dated a blonde. You are friends with a redhead. You are taller than your mum.  You are taller than your dad. You have a bank account. You’ve written a check for less than $5. You have visited the Statue of Liberty. You have visited the Eiffel Tower. You have visited Big Ben. You have visited the Colosseum. You have visited The Great Wall of China. You have never been out of the country. You have been a waiter/waitress. You own a Bible. You own something with a Pentagram on it. You have used a Ouija Board. You have been a witch for Halloween.  You have been a zombie for Halloween. You have your eyebrow pierced. You have a Monroe piercing. You have your nose pierced. You have no tattoos.  You have more than 2 tattoos. You straighten your hair occasionally. You have worn a dress in the last 3 days. You live somewhere that gets snow. You celebrate Hanukkah. You were at your own house last New Year’s. You were at a bar last New Year’s. You slept through last New Year’s. You have worked on Christmas Eve. You have worked on Christmas. You have been told ‘I love you’ by someone today. You were told by someone who’s not family. You slept in your own bed last night. You regret kissing the last person you kissed.  You are wearing a necklace right now. You are wearing something red. You are wearing something blue. You are wearing something purple. Your phone number ends with an even number. You have kissed the last person you called/texted. You are currently listening to music.  You are waiting for something. You don’t like seafood. You have eaten deer sausage. You have given a complete stranger your phone number. You have been hit on at work. You have been hit on by someone more than 20 years older than you. You have been whistled at. You were creeped out by it. You are a good speller. You are very punctual. You were dating someone in December of 2008. You are still dating that person. You have cheated on someone. You have been on a cruise ship. You have camped out in your own backyard. You are wearing something that doesn’t belong to you. You are a Pisces. You are an Aquarius. You are a Leo. You wonder what will happen when you die. You are afraid of the dark. You write in all capital letters. (sometimes) You have been told you have nice handwriting. You have had a song written for you. You have had a picture drawn of you. You have curly/wavy hair. You are wearing a watch. You are wearing flip flops. You wouldn’t date someone who smoked. You know someone with the same birthday as you. You are a morning person. You are a night owl. You slept in past 10 am today. You have big plans for next weekend.  You are thinking of someone right now. Your job is stressing you out. You don’t have a job. You have never had a job. You were fired from your last job. You know sign language. You will usually try something at least once. You have been swimming in the last month. You are pessimistic by nature. You have taken a ballet class.  You have taken karate.  You have taken gymnastics. You wish on shooting stars. You wish at 11:11.  Your birthday has already come this year.  You have been in a relationship that lasted longer than a year. You aren’t over your ex. You have gone after someone you knew was bad for you. You have let someone use you. You were/are a teenage mom.  You are an otaku. You are a cosplayer. You were named after someone.  You like your name. Your last drink was water. You have visited somewhere said to be ‘haunted’. You have skipped school just because you didn’t feel like going. You have taken medicine when you ‘feel a headache coming on’. You are self-conscious about your body. You have a hangover You have a pet fish. You have had a Jehovah’s Witness show up at your house. You have godparents. Your parents are still married. You have step-siblings. You are the oldest.  You are adopted. You have a triplet. You don’t want kids. You want more than four kids. You have a bad temper. You have made out with a complete stranger. You usually make the first move in an intimate situation. You have broken your arm. You have had to get stitches on your face. You have had an MRI. Your fingernails are painted. You like to draw. You like to sing. You can play an instrument. You keep a lot of secrets from people. You don’t think people would accept you if they really got to know you. You don’t trust people easily. You borrowed something you really need to give back to someone. You drive a car older than a 2002. You have lost a friend you never thought you would. You know a child who died of cancer. You know a teenager who died in a car wreck. You have done something illegal in the past 24 hours. You have cut your hair in the last week. You wear glasses. Your favorite season is Autumn. Your favorite color is orange. Your favorite animal is a dolphin. You last rode in a car with a relative. You last rode in a car with a girl/woman. You last rode in a car with the person you are dating.  You regularly watch Asian dramas. You love Chinese food. Your best friend is older than you. You have to go to school/work tomorrow. You answered every question truthfully.

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[rae/cher] “Your hair is so soft..”

“….. ——- you okay, Rae? Did ya get into my ecstasy stash..? How many times do I gotta tell you? I don’t just carry random candy in my purse..” Of course, she realizes that Rae is just .. Rae. Is there really a word to describe her? .. bubbly? .. annoying but kinda cute.. ? And, that her sober personality can be closely compared to Cher’s non-sober personality. 

“You’re lucky, blondie, that I can tolerate you. Otherwise, I woulda chopped your hand off by now for even just thinking about touching the mane. A lot of people have lost fingers doing what you’re doing right now.” But, she doesn’t pull away – instead, she leans her head closer to Rae’s hand, allowing her to comb fingers through her locks. In an odd way, it actually felt good – having someone gently caressing her head, and not the usual, rough stuff that normally caused her pleasure. 

“.. so. We gonna get some drinks after this? Come on, Rae. It’ll be funnnnnn.” 

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“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..” milo @ livvy

Theflutters returned to her stomach in a swarm. Livvy gaped at Milo, seemingly ata loss for words. She devoured all sorts of words on a daily basis, ones thatmade up romantic declarations, created mysteries, provided her with vividimages of lands she’d never ever been to yet could imagine so clearly. And noneof them could provide her with a suitable reply to Milo’s confession.

“I…”she trailed off, shaking her head slowly in disbelief.

She’dspent so long torturing herself, second guessing everything she knew aboutherself when she realised the realreason behind the funny little clench of her heart whenever she saw her bestfriend. It was different than the way she felt when she saw Belle or Graham. Atfirst, she’d had no idea why she seemed to be having such an adverse reaction to the boy who’dswiftly become her favourite crime-solving partner. And then everything hadslipped into place, but by that time Milo had been smitten by a beautifulFrench brunette who had more poise and grace than Livvy could ever hope topossess.

“Inever knew,” was what she came up with eventually. It was an understatement,but she was still trying to process the fact that perhaps, at some point intime, she and Milo had liked each other at justthe right minute, the right second. But it was an interest that had intersectedonly once. Milo had moved on and Livvy had taken too long to catch up.

Bravely,she reached over and rested her hand atop Milo’s. She hoped that was alright.

“Iwould have said yes,” she admitted, giving him a weak smile. She knew there wasno point in labouring that now, not when it was too late, so she continued onwith a little laugh.

“Ithink I must be the crappiest detective ever. I had no clue at first that Ieven liked you, and I never would have guessed that you liked me, and now…” she broke off andimmediately flung herself at Milo in a hug. She was always usually quitecautious about bestowing affection on people. But she all but tackled Milo,throwing her arms around his middle and pressing her face into his chest.

“Ijust don’t want to lose you,” she murmured. “Especially as my best friend. So Ican move on from this. I will.”

Shewasn’t sure if her words were true, but she could at least try. For his sake,her sake and Ophelia’s.

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[hans/anna] “But you promised..”

“—– darling, not all promises are kept.” Certainly not promises made from the mouth of Hans Westergaard; with him and his journey to the top being all that truly matters. Anna was just a pawn in his twisted game. And manipulating her was just as easy as one, two, three. 

With her standing there – hurt clearly staining features, he doesn’t feel the slightest bit of guilt; to him, it was just a silly girl who fell for such silly tricks. Like, he or anyone would ever want to marry her. And as his eyes scan the ring that circles around her finger, a laugh forces it’s way from his lips. Another play in his game plan – he can’t believe she even said yes, so easy. 

“Oh, and Anna, words of advice? Don’t just say yes to the first person who pays you any mind. It’s pathetic, truly.”