alright. i just hit 180 followers but in light of my muse stump and all that, I have moved to a new blog. it’s got updated rules and a pretty bio and a clearly seen stats page for our famous or infamous blonde charmer. i’m so excited to start fresh and i hope to see you there my darlings! also its a much easier URL to spell. i know @headllost will love that
alright. i just hit 180 followers but in light of my muse stump and all that, I have moved to a new blog. it’s got updated rules and a pretty bio and a clearly seen stats page for our famous or infamous blonde charmer. i’m so excited to start fresh and i hope to see you there my darlings! also its a much easier URL to spell. i know @headllost will love that
Crying....sobbing...hating Fate or the higher power that be...being numb for a considerable part of the time...feeling like he's dying when they bury her...blaming/hatingjanesomehowlolwhat
jane screamed her command at him, the words clawing out of her throat. STAY ALIVE. STAY ALIVE. STAY— He blinked up at her, dazed, trying his best to follow her command but all his eyes wanted was to close. He was sure he heard another scream—high octave and absolutely heart wrenching to his ears. Who was it? Audrey? His mother? He couldn’t place it. He could barely keep his head up. It almost felt like he was sleepy except for the blood soaking his chest and the sharp, almost unbearable, pain that reminded him that he wasn’t falling asleep. He was dying. He was slipping away, further and further from life.
for the first time in years, she pulled his shoulders closer to her. his cheek was on her chest and he could feel hot salty tears cascade down her face and soak his guided curls—turning the places where they hit into dingy gold. she rocked back and forth, further lulling him into the End.
“ i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry—“ she choked on her words and another sob took her breath from her, “ —I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to be BEAUTIFUL. “
breathless and almost void of energy, he used his remaining strength to lift his head and meet her eyes. the golden adonis’ blue windows met her’s and the edges of his full lips turned up in a smile. it was boyish. innocent. so terribly remnant of the boy who once desired nothing but to touch the mysterious clouds that hung over his treehouse. he raised his hand to touch her tear stained cheek. she captured his hand tightly, trying to keep him as long as possible.
he opened his mouth and — his hand fell limp. how many journal had he filled up with his thoughts? how many journals were hidden away in his dresser, underneath his oxford shirts? and yet, how cruel was fate to declare that he would have no worthy last words.
He didn’t know why he was so different from the other royals—from Audrey and Ben, in particular. They were always lumped together, the first three heirs of Auradon, and they clicked immediately. However, that didn’t stop people from immediately commenting on how he was the odd one out.
Audrey was the epitome of a perfect princess. Even when she was a kid, the curl in her deep caramel tresses held and her sweet sweet smile kept those around in its captive embrace. She curtsied with grace, walked with confidence, spoke with a perfected blend of softness and sureness. She was enchanting and everything you could ever want from a princess.
Benjamin was her counterpart in every way. Where the perfect princess was, the perfect prince was present too. He didn’t quite fit into his role quite as effortlessly as Audrey. He was soft-spoken, quiet, overly thoughtful. He rather take to a library than a horseback ride and he would take a pen over a sword any day. Yet, he learned how to be who he had to be; to please who he needed to please. He eventually did pick up that sword, swung with precision and made a piece of steel into a precise weapon. He picked up Tourney and became captain of both teams. His father was proud of his achievements and that’s all he ever wanted. He was assured that his efforts were not in vain. He was doing everything right.
And then there was him. The One That Didn’t Measure Up. The disappointment.
Chadwick was restless even before conception, kicking and moving in his mother and keeping Elle up until the godforsaken hours of the morning. ( She reminds him of it constantly and usually pairs the reminder with a muss of his curls and a squeeze of his arm. ) When he entered the world, his restlessness refused to recede. In fact, it only grew. Any thing that caught his interest, he desired to reach out for. When the sky was a magical area of azure expanse, he reached for that. Even when in designer suits created especially for his toddler self and a party roared just inside the castle walls, he snuck away from his nanny in pure giggles and mischievous zeal; just to find a tree for him to scale and get closer to the mysterious azure expanse.
Still, he tried to fit in, to be as good as they wanted him to be. He took his cue from Ben, who seemed to have everything working out for him.
He picked up a steel blade, and was quite good at it from the start. He enjoyed the rush he got when he sparred with others. He enjoyed the fast pace, the seemingly heightened stakes. To him, it felt a little bit like fighting with his insecurities; attempting to slash them away or at the very least keep them at bay enough for him to breathe. He was such an apparent natural talent but Ben was always seen as better. Even when Ben gave up the captaincy for royal duties, Chad’s hold of the long coveted captaincy would be short-lived.
He picked up Tourney, too. Not much varied in the story. A show of natural talent never acknowledged, so much work but nothing ever coming to fruition.
Somewhere along the line, he must have realized that he was never going to measure up to High Prince Benjamin. Or else why would he have given up on being GOOD?
Why else would he go from the boy who reached for the enchanting blue sky, the boy who held stars in his eyes and light in his smile to…what he was now.
He had trouble in his smile, in his eyes, on his tongue. It was on his lips and in the sway of his hips. It was part of his charm, he told himself.
Warm bodies and booze replaced the sky and he gave little thought to his reputation, or his family’s reputation, or his family in general. He glossed over how he could ever break his mother’s heart or his grandgodmother’s heart or his father’s trust.
All he knew was that if he was gonna be the bad one of the bunch, he was gonna be a DAMN GOOD BAD ONE.
a lanky limb wraps itself around jane’s much smaller frame and pulls her in close. he gave her a familiar squeeze and flashed a grin. he mussed up her soft curls teasingly and let a chuckle pass through his lips.
“ oh dear cousin, if i did it wouldn’t be funny any more. it’s just one of those things you have to keep seeing to understand. “
She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.
everyone likes to comment on how much of an asshole chad is compared to all of auradon but think if he went to the isle for some reason and was allowed to acclimate. hoe, don’t tell me he wouldn’t blend in.
Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator Sentence Starters
“Betrayed by my own butt yet again.”
“Can you explain memes to me?”
“Contrary to popular belief, penguins are… birds.”
“Did you think I was gonna stab you just now?”
“Don’t cry. Don’t cry. I swear to god if you cry again.”
“Don’t write checks your dick can’t cash.”
“Here’s to bad decisions and relaxed moral values.”
“How’s the…… jeeeeeeeeeesus?”
“I am a happy little cheese monster.”
“I am spinning a web of lies that I fear will one day consume me.”
“I don’t want your stupid fruit leather.”
“I have to get a solid two to three hours of brooding in per day. Filling quotas.”
“It’s called ‘string cheese’ and not ‘chompy cheese’ for a reason.”
“I’ll probably end up standing uncomfortably in the corner with a plate of food and hope that nobody talks to me.”
“I’m so many levels of irony deep I’ve forgotten what humour is.”
“I’m suddenly struck with the overwhelming need to crawl back into bed.”
“Mothman is bullshit.”
“My ultimate sexual fantasy is sleeping in on a Saturday.”
“OH SHIT THAT’S A KNIFE.”
“See you in class… bitch.”
“Sharks are tight.”
“So, you ever kill a man?”
“Stop being so desperate to please your hot friend.”
“That… that is a good butt.”
“The key to being cool is acting like you don’t care about anything but actually care very deeply about everything to the point where it’s debilitating.”
“This ice cream cake is my new boyfriend.”
“This is where I come to masturbate.”
“Wait, I’m a wreck.”
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.”
“You can never be too careful. See that baby in that stroller over there? Government operative.”
“Your face… is… good.”
“Your unending thirst will be your ultimate downfall.”
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