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smeethings·:

Mahit was nervous about this night in particular. He would much rather be at the docks, or maybe he should have let Jim toss him over the pier. He dressed his best, using a button up long sleeve to cover the mom tattoo on his arm. To make himself feel more grounded he toyed with the glasses on his face. Smee had arrived a laughable amount early for this, because he didn’t want to seem too anxious. His knee bounced as he had the flowers he had brought with him placed in a glass of water. Spoiler alert: He’s pretty sure one of them was dying already, but that could have been his intense paranoia about the evening at hand. 

The other presence made him jump slightly in his chair. Knee jerking upwards into the table to echo a profound rattle of the silverware. “OW–hello. Y-you must be ·Vanellope?” 

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In hindsight, Vanellope couldn’t quite remember what had prompted her to sign up for the event. Sure, she was intelligent, witty, and had (at least in her opinion) a stellar sense of humor. The only problem was, however, that more often than not it seemed that others didn’t quite take her in the same way. With a mouth that was often quicker than her mind and a lack of what bore even a remote resemblance to decorum, from the moment she’d put her name into the pot she’d wondered if she’d made the right decision. When the big night came, Vanellope couldn’t have been more of a wreck. While her demeanor and outward attitude allowed for no indication of the feelings bubbling just beneath the surface, the truth was, she worried a lot. Despite her family’s status in town, she’d always found it a little more than difficult to completely fit in with anyone, let alone her peers. Dates, and even friendships, just weren’t something she did, and most definitely not well. More often than not, she found herself feeling rejected and left out, always on the outskirts of the fun everyone else seemed to be having, wondering when she’d finally be able to have her own turn. After nearly emptying her closet of outfit options, she finally managed to settle on one she could at least live with, rushing to finish the rest of her routine before racing to the restaurant. Her mind moved about as fast as her body, trying to envision how this- date? Was this a date? Hang out?- might go. Stepping into the restaurant, she smoothed her palms over her hair, taking in a steadying breath as her eyes landed on who she presumed to be Mahit. 

When the table jerked Vanellope winced a bit, though not in judgement, rather out of concern. Biting her lip, she attempted to formulate something witty, enchanting, and perfect to say. “Me! That’s yes! I mean- That’s...Vanellope! Me! Vanellope is me! The one and only!” Her tongue nearly swelled as she fumbled over her words, already blushing while she mentally smacked herself. Several times. “And you must be Mahit?” Vanellope’s eyes found the flowers placed so nicely in the vase, a shy smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Are those for me?” She asked, moving the strap of her cross-body purse over her head as she slid into the seat across from the man. 

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ofbravery​:

@ofdxsnxydrexms liked for a starter from annabannannaaa

“Whoa, hey, I’m so sorry — I didn’t see you there!”

Anna was typically so clumsy — okay that wasn’t true, she was always clumsy. But shed been doing a great job for the past few weeks (besides that near-death dock experience). So it was quite surprising when she ran straight into this person, carrying all her books and supplies for a night of reading and journaling (something she hadn’t gotten a chance to do in weeks)

“Are you alright?Let me buy you another drink — no I really insist it was my fault! I wasn’t looking where I was going and….just please. Let me get you another..whatever it is you’re drinking! A coffee? Tea? I’m sorry sorry— Anything you want!”

Camilo had been making his way happily through the park, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other grasping his afternoon coffee as his head remained on a swivel, taking in the sights and sounds buzzing around him. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t ever been to the park in Bounds Bay before- in fact, he’d gone many times, and for a variety of reasons. But, each time he went, he couldn’t help but to feel as though he found more and more new things to be interested in. 

Generally speaking, his days off were spent resting and centering himself for the whatever the coming days might entail. And, today was no different. After sleeping in, he’d allowed himself a slow and relaxing morning before heading out in search of sustenance. Once he’d eaten, Camilo had found himself drawn to the park, feeling as though spending time within nature would be precisely what he needed to jump start him for the week. 

Truthfully, he’d been paying even less attention to his surroundings than the woman who had bumped into him, his attention having been totally pulled towards two squirrels arguing in a nearby tree. The collision had been sudden, and had left him dripping in what had once been his pick-me-up. Laughing, he shook his head slightly, holding his hand up in front of himself. “First of all, please, don’t apologize. It happens, at least no one got hurt right?” Cocking an eyebrow, his expression turned serious for a moment. “You aren’t hurt, right?” Giving the woman a once-over, Camilo’s shoulders relaxed at the realization that there were no obvious signs of damage. “You really don’t have to worry about that, but if you insist, I might just have to take you up on that offer. I wouldn’t want to disappoint.” Flashing his most dazzling smile, Camilo glanced over his shoulder. “There’s a shop right over there, if you’re interested. I can get cleaned up in a jif, then we can talk?”

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ofencanto​:

“Does it ever feel like… something is missing? Like you’re not seeing something from the right angle?” The question came out of nowhere, a tone of listless wonder in her voice. Mirabel wasn’t depressed, though she did feel out of sorts being so alone in this place. There was a feeling of something, like she had said, but she had no idea what it was beyond the fact that she felt like she could be doing more, like people needed her for something. She had no way of knowing that she came from a large family, so she had no idea that the feeling of longing to belong came from that. Here in this place, it was just her, she did not have family because the spell over this place that had taken her memories had taken that from her too; leaving her to believe she was an only child with no big family, just herself. Even though some of her family was here, she didn’t remember them. That could be where these thoughts were coming from, that and her latent Madrigal power, but she had no way of knowing. Instead, all she could do was wonder and wait for the moment when she finally decided to take things into her own hands (as she had in Colombia) and try to fix this feeling, this lack of magic.

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“Missing?” Vanellope questioned, parotting part of the woman’s words as she turned the statement over within her own mind. Of course, were she being honest, the answer most certainly would have been yes. Her parents, for starters, were the biggest missing piece of her life right now, followed by her old life, and practically everything she’d ever known. While she tended to keep it to herself, to keep things under wraps, and to give the appearance that everything was fine, just fine, under the surface Vanellope found herself wondering more and more frequently how she might continue to keep it together. But, if nothing else, Vanellope was resilient. Resilient, and persistent. Resilient, persistent, and stubborn. So, rather than answering the question with anything legitimate, anything that might have potentially made her a new friend, or given her someone to talk to at the very least, Vanellope did what she always did- she deflected. “You mean, other than a beach, a Mai Tai, and a cute cabana boy...Or lady...Or both...Or neither? Not much.” Grinning, she shot the other a sideways glance, one displaying obvious concern, yet still marked with a hint of confusion. “Why, do you?”

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{ rhenzy feliz, cis male, he/him } from bounds bay, channel 33 presents … camilo madrigal from encanto as camilo madrigal. in tonight’s episode of disneyvison we follow the twenty-six year old in their day to day life as a/an kindergarten teacher. talk around town, recently that they are entertaining , yet can still be mischievous. let’s see what will happen in today’s episode … ✧

STATS

Full Name: Camilo Arturo Madrigal

Nicknames: Cam

Age: 23

Birthday: April 19

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Occupation: Kindergarten Teacher

Sexuality: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Single

Positive Traits (+): Entertaining, Ambitious, Honest, Brave, Organized, Optimistic

Negative Traits (-): Mischievous, Stubborn, Competitive, Blunt, Impulsive, Guarded

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5′9″

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Clothing Style: Relaxed, Casual

Piercings/Tattoos: Right Earlobe Pierced

Scars/Other Markings: None

BIO

Camilo Arturo Madrigal was born as the fourth eldest grandchild in the Madrigal family, only older than Mirabel and Antonio. Camilo was known as a bit of a wild child. While he was not disrespectful or rude in any manner, he enjoyed making people laugh, as well as pulling pranks on others. His sense of humor was unmatched within his family, and it seemed he always needed to be doing something. 

Throughout school Camilo was known as a prankster, someone who was always able to relieve any tension with a joke, or a little bit of intervention. He was charming and sweet, and while straight-A’s weren’t ever really on the table for him, school wasn’t something he absolutely detested. His grades were decent enough, and his teachers always enjoyed having him in class. 

Friendships and relationships with others always came easily to Camilo- his charm, friendliness, and willingness to help anyone who required it tended to win him a place in the heart of any and everyone he came across. Helping others, taking care of them, and making sure they felt comfortable and seen were priorities to Camilo, even with his slightly mischievous nature.

Nothing Camilo ever did was meant to be harmful or hurtful in any manner, his only goal ever being to ensure others were happy. After going through the bulk of school, Camilo realized it was time to decide what he’d do with his life, what his goals were, and what he wanted for his future. While teaching may not have seemed overtly logical to everyone, his drive to help others indicated it would be the perfect career for him. And, his laid-back nature made the elementary school level perfect. After finishing his degree, he took a teaching position in Bounds Bay, as the kindergarten teacher. 

HEADCANONS

Camilo rents and lives in a small house just inside town. He lives alone, save for his pet Iguana, whom he named Fred.

Despite having grown up in a family that seemed to always be cooking something, Camilo is dreadfully unprepared and lacks in culinary skill. Most nights, he grabs dinner from the same diner in town. 

More than just about anything, Camilo loves music. He incorporates it into nearly all his lessons, and always has it playing around his home, even just for background noise. 

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lostslightly·:

open ! @ch33start·

“HEAR YE, HEAR YE!” Sawyer could hardly keep still ; they frantically darted about in circles, screaming at the top of their lungs to capture the attention of anyone who would listen. “If yer lookin’ for good booze and even better tunes, look no further — my band’s playin’ our first show this Saturday night.” They carried a stack of fliers and pulled one off the top to shove in the direction of the passerby they’d caught the attention of. “You’re totally comin’, right?”

Energy was something Peter had always been attracted to; more often than not, if a person’s energy didn’t seem like a place he could be comfortable in, he withdrew from the situation faster than anyone could so much as blink. Energy was the first determining factor in any kind of a relationship, and Sawyer’s energy was a place Peter thoroughly enjoyed being. Few people existed who made him feel as though he never had to be anything other than who and what he was, and Sawyer was one of them. “Hell yeah!” He exclaimed, raising a fist to pump into the air in both excitement and support. “You know I wouldn’t miss it! It’s gonna be the show of the year my friend, I have no doubt!” Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Peter glanced at the flier, nodding appreciatively. “These are rad, Saw, whoever made these has got some serious skill. You aren’t getting nervous are you?” Peter teased. 

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evereveraftering·:

“Now, I need you to hold completely still,” Giselle said, her voice kind but stern. “I don’t want to poke you with the needle.” She pulled a pin from the pin cushion at her wrist and started pinning the hem. “I’ve never made something like this and I want to make sure it’s perfect.” She looked up at the person acting as a living mannequin and smiled. “Thank you for helping me, by the way,” she added, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, “I needed a real person to try it on so that I could get the proportions just right.” 

Belle followed Giselle’s instructions to a T, freezing her frame as the other worked meticulously around her. Blinking slowly, she allowed the corners of her lips to turn upward into the softest of smiles. “If I’m honest, I would certainly prefer the same. Though, it wouldn’t be the first time.” For a moment, Belle’s mind wandered to her father Maurice. To his inventions and experiments, including those he’d talked her into assisting him with. She’d survived more than her share of bruises, pricks, and scratches, and thus realized it was highly unlikely that anything Giselle might mistakenly do would legitimately harm her. Still, she appreciated the care. “No thanks required, I understand the need for this sort of assistance. Sometimes, you simply need a helping hand, to ensure it all turns out looking right.” Belle nodded slightly. “This gown is gorgeous, I must say. What ever provided the inspiration for such an extravagant piece?”

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legsarerequired·:

as fascinated as she was by peter, ariel kept her eyes glued to the darkening sky. the sun was just beginning its descent, its rays reflecting of the surface of the water so that it sparkled like a diamond. with one hand, she shielded her face from the light, with the other she held fast to the metal railing separating her and the bay. she wanted nothing more than to strip off her uniform and submerge herself in it, to swim in shades of orange, and pink, and purple. she felt an undeniable pull toward the water, a string with her at one end and the bay at the other. but she had yet to give in. and what of peter? though their conversation had been brief, she was almost certain that if she voiced that want aloud her newest companion would encourage it, maybe even join her in doing it himself, and it was for that very reason that she kept it to herself.

“oh please, i’m sure there are dozens of people who think the exact same thing,” she replied with a good-natured roll of her dark brown eyes. “how could there not be? i mean, look at it.” she gestured to the breathtaking view in front of them. “i’m not afraid of a few questions. just make them good.” she was only teasing, she could talk about anything and be as passionate about it as she was everything else. “my favorite color changes a lot, today it’s that shade of purple right there.” her finger traced along a streak of lavender that stretched across the sky. “what’s yours?”

While Ariel’s eyes remained steadfast on the sunset, Peter couldn’t help but to allow his own to continue bouncing between her frame and the picturesque scene before them. It wasn’t that the man was unable to focus- quite the contrary, when his attention was torn, he found that he focused better than under a single-topic circumstance. To say Peter hadn’t considered taking a dip himself would have been a lie, and the fact was it was an act he was whimsical enough to make good upon. Though, a modicum of social grace stuck with him, drilled into his being by his time with his parents. As such, he refrained. For the time being. 

“Are there? Funny, I haven’t met them.” Peter grinned, his tone teasing. “Really, though. It’s not like I have a ton of conversations with people about sunsets or anything. Not that I wouldn’t like to. It just doesn’t seem to come up.” Shrugging, Peter slid his hands into his pockets, rocking a bit on his heels as he took in the darkening sky around them. “Make them good, huh? Sounds like a challenge to me. Lucky for you, I’m in the business of accepting challenges.” He nodded, following her finger as she extended an arm to highlight the precise color she was referencing. “That purple? That one right there?” Peter asked, chuckling a bit. “I have to say, that’s a pretty good one. I’m partial to the reddish-pink happening just over there-” He gestured towards a patch of sky to their left. “But, I think they’re all beautiful, at different times and for different reasons.” A small silence fell between them, and the chewed his lip pensively before turning back to Ariel. “Okay, question number one. Totally unrelated to sunsets, but still worth asking. How do you feel about shadows?”

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brokenmysmolder·:

he stood there dumbfounded for a long moment, opening and closing his mouth several times. he was ready and willing to lie about why he’d taken over for his co-worker but she just. kept. talking. he tried to be patient and wait till she was finished, or stopped to take a breath at the very least, but in took all the self-control he had to keep from turning around and walking right out. he always treated his co-workers like that, they were all used to it by now. when he’d first start working there, they’d try to fight him but now they just rolled their eyes and went along with whatever he wanted, because it wasn’t that serious.

“look, if you’d really prefer that little ol’ what’s-her-name finish taking your order than i can just go scurry on over there and get her,” he motioned blindly behind him, nearly knocking something out of someone else’s hands. “but if you just want to get a drink and doesn’t really matter who’s ringing you up for it then let’s just start over, shall we?” he spun in a quick circle and mimed approaching the register again. “hi, my name is flynn, what can i get for you?” he leaned forward suddenly, cupping one hand to the side of his mouth so that he could whisper across the counter to her. “nice try with the whole free bagel though thing. i respect that.” 

Naturally, Vanellope was aware of the expression upon the man’s face. It was one she received frequently from virtually anyone she came into contact with. First came the expression of surprise, near shock but not quite, as the person on the receiving end of whatever rant she’d chosen to pursue attempted to process precisely what was happening. The full-blown shock came next, followed by confusion, followed closely by irritation, and then, more often than not, anger. It seemed that the individual before her had progressed as far as the irritation phase before stopping himself short. 

In truth, his reaction amused her more than what she was used to. The repetition, the predictability of it all had long ago become a bit tedious to Vanellope, though it wasn’t anything that prevented her from speaking her mind. This individual- this Flynn- seemed different. A smirk spread slowly on her lips as she watched his movements carefully, an eyebrow cocking as she nodded slowly. “I see what you did there.” Vanellope said simply, bringing her arms up to cross over her chest. “Alright, I’ll bit on this whole ‘starting over’ thing. But-” She continued, raising her pointer finger to the space between them. “-For the record, that doesn’t mean my stance has changed. It just means I really, really want my coffee.” Though Vanellope attempted to sound serious, her expression and undertone surely gave her away. When Flynn leaned forward, she mirrored his movements, listening closely to whatever it was he had to say. “See,” With a shake of her head, she raised her own hand to cup around her mouth. “That’s confusing verbiage. You said ‘try’ as if you’re not going to give me a free bagel. But, you said ‘respect’ as if you are going to give me a free bagel. You should really work on that. Someone might mistake your wording.” Chuckling, Vanellope righted herself, winking quickly before glancing back up at the menu. “Now, where were we on this whole ‘ordering’ thing?”

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legsarerequired·:

she had hoped that the person with her was looking forward to the sunset but she never would’ve guessed that he would be as excited, if not more excited for it, than she was. the smile on her face grew wider at she watched him literally bounce up and down with excitement. she could feel the energy coming off of him in waves and it was kind of infectious. any other day, watching the sunset at the dock was nothing more than a daily ritual, merely something pretty to end a long day with, not something that made her heart race. perhaps it wasn’t the thought of the sunset that was making her heart race but the boy standing at her side. she kept her face forward but snuck a few glances at him from the corner of her eye. “the way the colors reflect off the surface of the water,” she murmured, “that’s my favorite part.” it was the only time of day that the ocean looked any color other than green or blue, not that she minded green or blue, she looked them very much in fact, but there was something about the cotton candy colors mirrored onto the water’s sparkling surface that looked downright magical. 

His companion’s widening smile only caused Peter’s own to grow, eyebrows raising with each passing moment. He’d become nearly giddy, having received her response which fit so perfectly with his own. Nodding, Peter’s curls bounced atop his head, and he shifted a bit to face the girl next to him, getting a better look at her. No matter the situation, Peter’s moods, good or bad, had always seemed nothing short of infectious, and tonight he most certainly did not disappoint. “Oh. My. Gosh! You’re a genius! It takes such a special person to see the small details like that, but to also appreciate them? Get outta town! And you said they’re your favorite part? It’s just unheard of!” A laugh escaped his lips, echoing through the air around them as it made its way across the lake. “Now that you’re brought it up, I’m going to have a lot of questions. Just remember, you opened this door with such a cool response. You have yourself to thank.” Glancing back across the lake, Peter chewed his bottom lip for a moment, ensuring he hadn’t missed anything during their conversation. “Okay, first off, what’s your favorite color?”

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basilofbaketst·:

@ch33start·

As it turns out, revealing that your boss is having an affair with his secretary in front of his wife despite the obvious clues, it lands you in the dog house. Basil was a brilliant, one of a kind mind whose skills had closed cold cases that the police had written off. And yet he was in the storage closet for an office, surrounded by old evidence boxes and was stuck taking reports about lost cats, missing boats, and the unusual thump sounds in the attic. This was the great police detective. He sat bored on his desk, picking up a pencil and throwing it up in the air, watched it spin to see if the sharpered edge of it would stick into the ceiling tiles above his head. There were several alreayd up there. There was a knock on his door, “Sorry, no one here but the most unwanted,” He sarcastically prompted for whoever to enter.

Police stations and detective’s agency’s weren’t locations Belle generally found herself anxious to visit. Something about the sheer amount of knowledge contained within them had always left her feeling a bit unsettled. Perhaps this was ironic, in a way, given her own job as a librarian. However, she couldn’t help the way she felt. However, when she’d managed to ‘misplace’ one of her most favorite handbags, she’d been directed to the station, and told to speak with whichever detective appeared to be available. Belle had moved uneasily through the rows of desks, her head on a swivel as she took in the overwhelming sounds of chatter, ringing phones, and sirens blaring in the distance. Her eyes had scanned the room quickly, spotting a man who’s office appeared to be best described as a large closet. He did not appear too busy, his current activity being some sort of pencil-throwing game. Stepping to the office’s threshold, Belle smiled sweetly, though her expression faltered at bit at his comment. “Now, that isn’t any way to think, is it?” She questioned, her tone both soft and gentle. “I do hope I’m not disturbing you, that isn’t my intention. I just...” Taking a breath, Belle forced herself to hold the upturned corners of her lips. “My purse has been...Well, I hate to make an accusation such as stolen, but I do believe that is what has happened.”

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brokenmysmolder·:

@ch33start·

one of the positives of having a “normal” part time job (and there weren’t many) was the endless amount of people that cycled in and out of the coffee shop throughout the day. people always needed coffee, they were addicted it, and that was something that he could use to his advantage. he walked in the back door fifteen minutes late for his shift, his manager giving him a disapproving look as he passed by, but he could see the beginnings of a smirk hidden in the corner of her lips. his coworkers were used to his behavior by now, but they would never fire him, he made the work day a lot more entertaining for them. ducking his head to put on his apron, flynn nudged the person already at the cash register with his elbow, interrupting the customer right in the middle of their order. “sorry about that, what can i get for you?” he asked, reaching behind his back to tie his apron strings in a messy knot. his dark eyes did a quick scan of the person at the counter, checking for any visible valuables; watches, necklaces, rings, etc. 

If anyone in her life had been asked what the primary thing Vanellope von Schweetz did not, under any circumstance need, the immediate and direct answer would have been coffee. Growing up, her personality had always been a little more than obnoxious, overly-energized, and loud. The general consensus of those around her seemed to be that at all costs, the substance should be kept from her, removing any and all temptation. Which was precisely why each day after she’d left home, Vanellope made a very scattered and winding beeline for the most popular coffee shop in the Bay. She’d nearly worked her way through the menu for the third time, and despite knowing it by heart she’d spent her first several moments in line with her chin tipped to allow a better view of the board, eyes scanning the options as though she wasn’t already 300% aware of what she’d order. When she’d been interrupted, she’d only just begun reciting which items she wanted, though she stopped abruptly at the disturbance, brow furrowing slightly. “You should be sorry!” She blurted, not bothering nor thinking to bite her tongue. That hadn’t ever been her, and today seemed like no day to start changing. “You just muscled that person right out of the way! Just whoosh goodbye, you, hello me! How rude!” Shaking her head, she brought her gaze back to the man standing before her, eyes glittering slightly behind her lecture. “You should be ashamed. I guess you’ll just have to give me a free bagel, to make up for it. It’s only right.”

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legsarerequired·:

@ch33start·

it had been an incredibly long day for her, she’d been standing her entire shift and she desperately needed a moment to sit and rest her aching feet. but she wouldn’t settle for just anywhere, she could endure at least a few more minutes of pain for the the opportunity to watch the sun set over the water. when she arrived at her usual place, she was surprised to see that someone else was already there. she cleared her throat so that her approach wouldn’t accidently startle the other person, then joined them at the end of the dock. worried that the sound of her voice might ruin the tranquility of the setting, she caught the person’s eye and smiled, then slipped her phone out of her back pocket and checked for the time of that evening’s sunset. she wasn’t completely sure the person standing there was waiting for the same thing she was waiting for, but she certainly hoped so, or else what she was about to tell them would mean nothing to them and she’d have disrupted the peace for no reason. “shouldn’t be long now,” she whispered to her companion, “phone said the sun would start to set around 5:30.”

Sunsets had always been a bit hard for Peter- throughout his life, one of the most consistent themes had been his deep dislike for endings. Even so, sunsets had always been a little different for him. He didn’t see them as an ending, as so many did, but as the promise of a new beginning. The universe itself had set the precedent that once the sun set, it would rise once more, and the mere thought provided the man something to hold onto. Most days, provided practice hadn’t run long, and that he had no other commitments- which, most often, he did not- Peter found himself drawn to the docks; the best place to watch the sun as it fell behind the trees, retiring itself for the day. While he’d been too lost in thought to take notice of the approaching footsteps, though when the other took her place next to him, he turned to offer a warm smile. Her whisper drew his attention, and he nodded along as she spoke. “Excellent, the best!” Peter whispered back excitedly, bouncing a bit on the balls of his feet. “Sometimes, I think the build up is just as exciting as the actual event. The colors alone are the best pre-show I’ve seen anywhere. Don’t you think?”

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smeethings·:

@ch33start··

Mahit was leaned across the desk looking through the water. Cooler in his hand, as he wagged a finger towards the water. The rippled reflection of whomever stood behind him illuminated from the body of water. “See. that’s Dave. Dave is an asshole. Dave is always why I’m late. Tomorrow it will definitely be Dave again. I tell Dave over and over again to stop making me late. Jim doesn’t like when I’m late, Dave. Quit it.” He seemed to be rambling towards a catfish swimming around. It’s then he finally realizes that perhaps he should be doing his actual job. He cleared his throat and stood with the cooler in his hands. Turning towards the other , “What.. what uh brings you to the docks?”

Belle had told her father time and time again that perhaps shifting his inventor’s focus towards anything remotely close to something medical was a poor idea, though per usual her protests had fallen on deaf ears. For days, Maurice had been scribbling fervently into his notebook, spending even longer hours hunched over his desk, making various notes and adjustments as he collected his thoughts swirling around his newest project. Though she’d done her best to distance herself from the whole conundrum, inevitably, her father had managed to reel her in once more. So, following the completion of her shift at the Library, she’d made her way to the docks, in search of answers her father was seeking. Spotting the man bent nearby, she made her way over, allowing him to complete his thought before speaking. “My, it does seem you’ve found yourself trapped within quite the cycle. If you don’t mind sharing, what is it that Dave does which holds you back?” Smiling, Belle waited as the man before her righted himself. “Well, in truth, I have a couple of very odd questions about fish- more specifically, their healing properties. Even more specifically, the healing properties which may be contained within their scales. I thought this might be a better place to begin than the University. So, here I am!” Chuckling, she reached into her purse, pulling a small notepad and pen from it. “Do you happen to know who I might be able to speak with? Or, might you yourself be wililing to try your hand at the information?”

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{ aslihan malbora, cis female, she/her } from bounds bay, channel 33 presents …  belle from beauty and the beast as belle moreau. in tonight’s episode of disneyvison we follow the thirty year old in their day to day life  as a/an librarian. talk around town, recently that they are patient , yet can still be moody. let’s see what will happen in today’s episode … ✧

STATS

Full Name: Belle Annette Moreau

Nicknames: None

Age: 30

Birthday: May 6

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Occupation: Librarian

Sexuality: Heteroflexible

Relationship Status: Single

Positive Traits (+): Patient, Generous, Understanding, Organized, Kind, Trustworthy

Negative Traits (-): Moody, Stubborn, Blunt, Temperamental, Emotionally Guarded, Set in her Ways

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5′6″

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Clothing Style: Professional Chic

Piercings/Tattoos: Ears, No Tattoos

Scars/Other Markings: No Scars

BIO

Belle Annette Moreau was born Mary 6, 1992 to Fabrice and Maurice Moreau. The Moreau family home wasn’t lare, or expensive by any means. The Moreau’s were not wealthy or rich by any means, though they had more than enough love to go around. Her mother, Fabrice, was an elementary school art teacher, while her father Maurice was an inventor. Their life was happy and full, and one which many often only dreamed of. However, when Belle was 12, her mother passed away unexpectedly, leaving only her and Maurice behind. 

Belle and her father grieved, though their bond remained through their turmoil. To handle the situation, her father became somewhat of a recluse, throwing himself into his inventions and leaving Belle the responsibilities of the household. Not that she minded, however. She was of the belief that with her mother gone, it was her duty to look after and take care of her father. Maintaining her studies along with a household, however, sometimes took a larger toll on Belle than she realized. This lead her to throwing herself into books, studying and devouring the adventures of others as a means of escape, when she needed it. 

After completing her course of study to become a Librarian, Belle chose to stay in Bounds Bay and took a job at the town Library. Like her mother, she has always enjoyed being around and working with children, and is the Children’s Librarian. She continues to live with her father at the furthest point of town. Though many whisper and wonder about her, her father, and their family in general, Belle does her best to remain positive. She is kind and helpful to all she meets, and dreams of having a love and life of her own. 

HEADCANONS

Belle’s favorite stories are, at their core, love stories. Her parents’ relationship has given her hope, and a beautiful idea of relationships to hold onto and dream of. She yearns for romance, though will hold out until she finds someone capable of giving her the life she has wanted for so long. 

She has one dog, a French Bulldog named Pierre. 

Next to home and the Library, Belle’s favorite place in town is the Town Center. She loves people watching, and enjoys spending time there, surrounded by others. 

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{ elliot fletcher, trans male, he/him } from bounds bay, channel 33 presents …  peter pan from peter pan as peter barnes. in tonight’s episode of disneyvison we follow the twenty six year old in their day to day life  as a/an theater actor. talk around town, recently that they are free spirited , yet can still be naive. let’s see what will happen in today’s episode … ✧

STATS

Full Name: Peter Elias Barnes Pan

Nicknames: Pete

Age: 26

Birthday: February 5

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Occupation: Stage Actor

Sexuality: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Single

Positive Traits (+): Free Spirited, Easygoing, Carefree, Charming, Fun, Adventurous 

Negative Traits (-): Naive, Stubborn, Childish, Sassy, Egocentric, Bossy

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5′7″

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Clothing Style: Relaxed, Casual

Piercings/Tattoos: None

Scars/Other Markings: Scar behind his Left Ear

BIO

Peter Elias Barnes was born to Franklin and Renee Barnes on February 5, 1996 on the outskirts of Bounds Bay. His father was a very serious man, who’s interests and cares lied primarily in the world of business. His mother, though not quite as severe as his father, was stern. Yet, in shining moments, he saw glimpses of the woman she’d been, before she’d married his father, and life with him had worn on her. The Barnes family didn’t hurt for much, save affection and open communication, 

Growing up in such an environment left Peter with conflicting emotions, and yearning for the things he understood that he might never have with his parents. School was never something that held his attention for long, nor was most of anything else. Despite that, Peter was always very smart, and loved the theater most of all. It was as though seeing others given the ability to portray so many characters, to live lives so far outside of their own, to escape and physically be another, if only for a short while, provided him with everything he’d been seeking. 

When Peter was 17, things within his home reached a boiling point. It seemed that no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, and no matter how much he sought the family life he’d so yearned for, nothing would ever be enough for his parents. After announcing that he’d chosen to pursue theater as a career, words were exchanged which nearly broke Peter. It was then that he decided he needed to get away, to have a life of his own, away from his parents and the burden they placed on his life, which he tried to live as positively as possible. He was tired of the burdens, the worries, and the responsibilities he’d acquired as he aged, and the pressures proved to be simply too much for someone who truly just never wanted to grow up. 

So, Peter ‘ran away’. Though he didn’t run far, he ran into town, taking a janitorial job at the theater so that he could work to afford a small studio apartment. He cut off all contact with his parents, never telling them where he went. If he saw them around town, he ducked and dodged, purposely avoiding them as he went about his life in a way that soon portrayed that they very nearly hadn’t existed at all. Since then, he has been working at the theater, though he has been moved up and into the role of an actor. 

HEADCANONS

Peter lives alone in his studio apartment with his cat, a tabby named Fern who he found as a stray when he was 19. 

Though he acts day-to-day as if what happened with his family does not bother him, deep down, it does. To this day, all he wants is a family, though it’s something he would never truly admit. 

Peter’s favorite place in town, next to the theater, is the Library. This is because he enjoys the feeling of being surrounded by the potential of all the stories and characters hidden within the books. 

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{ lana condor, cis female, she/her } from bounds bay, channel 33 presents …  vanellope von schweetz from wreck it ralph as vanellope von schweetz. in tonight’s episode of disneyvison we follow the twenty five year old in their day to day life  as a/an mechanic. talk around town, recently that they are determined , yet can still be difficult. let’s see what will happen in today’s episode … ✧

STATS

Full Name: Vanellope Huong von Schweetz

Nicknames: El, Ellie (close friends only)

Age: 25

Birthday: September 9

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Occupation: Mechanic

Sexuality: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Single

Positive Traits (+): Determined, Hard-Working, Loyal, Funny, Detail-Oriented, Intelligent

Negative Traits (-): Difficult, Boistrous, Obnoxious, Closed-Off, Guarded, Critical

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5′3″

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Clothing Style: Eclectic- Casual and Chic

Piercings/Tattoos: Ears, Infinity Symbol on the inside of her Right Wrist

Scars/Other Markings: Scar on the back of her Left Arm 

BIO

Vanellope Huong von Schweetz was born on September 9, 1996 in Bounds Bay. Her family were known for their strong political ties and affiliations, both her grandfather Hao von Schweetz and father Dai von Schweetz serving for nearly 20 consecutive years apiece as the town’s Mayors. Vanellope’s mother, Anh Pham, was a stay-at-home mom, though she often assisted Dai in his political campaigns and causes, even taking on more than a few herself. The von Schweetz family were known for their generosity, kindness, and willingness to listen to the people of Bounds Bay. 

Despite her name and her family’s gentle reputation, Vanellope had always been a little more than different. Since childhood, she possessed a certain spark, a fire, a sass that seemed to rage within her, unquenchable. While she still possessed the same loving and caring nature as her family, Vanellope wasn’t quite as apt to show it. Throughout her life, it had seemed that many who tried to befriend her did so with ulterior motives, intending only to get close to her to experience the inner-workings of the von Schweetz family, or to associate themselves with the name. Experiences like these left Vanellope feeling as though it was required to keep her guard up a bit, to make certain that those who managed to get close to her did so because they wanted to, and possessed the purest of intentions. 

Vanellope grew up with a wonderful life, brought up by a beautiful, wealthy, generous, and loving family. As an only child, she was close with her parents, never failing to feel safe and calm within their presence. However, when Vanellope was 18, the worst anyone might have ever feared came to pass. One of her father’s closest and most trusted advisors betrayed him, nearly costing the family their wealth and status. Although the von Schweetz escaped the clutches of such a man, things never seemed to be the same.Although the family was able to recover, her father couldn’t turned mistrusting, drawing away from the public eye and insisting her mother do the same. 

At 21, Vanellope left her parents house, worn down by the sudden shift in the family’s energy and saddened to see the power they’d allowed on man to yield over them, she decided she needed to get out. To explore life on her own terms, and to chase what she wanted- even if she was technically still in the same town. 

HEADCANONS

Having always possessed a natural curiosity and interest in figuring out how things worked, it came as no real surprise when Vanellope chose Auto-Mechanics as her career path. Racing was an interest which had pushed her towards Mechanics more than she might have, and it is a passion she still carries to this day. 

Vanellope lives in a modest home (compared to what she grew up in), though one she enjoys and is proud to call her own. She  lives there with her pet cat, Lilian. 

Despite her sharp tongue and witty nature, Vanellope is an incredibly caring and loving person. She keeps few friends and lets few close to her, given all she has experienced. Often, she finds herself lonely, seeking distraction, truthful friendships, and one day...Perhaps even a relationship.