#*zayne

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time to reorganize my phone’s storage bc i miss zayne…

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pockee cogsworth && the beast

as a servant's daughter turned pocket watch, pockee only interacted with the beast to get yelled at. pockee would hide, knowing how the beast acts when something goes even the slightest bit astray, but she still heard every time he yelled—it reverberated.

zayne mckellen && king adam

being married, establishing auradon, and having a kid changed adam for the better. seeing how he interacted when not yelling at servants... that is what let zayne let go of the past. those ten years as non-humans no longer exist to her. the trauma lingers—she flinches at eyebrow raises, jumps at yelling (especially when the voice is masculine)—but adam is her king and she wouldn't trade that.

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bold all that apply to your muse, "memories of my childhood edition." ————— tw, contains mentions of abuse / neglect / death / trauma. remember to repost, not reblog!

scraped knees, silent tears in a locked room, slamming doors, pervasive loneliness, a dog barking, rain on a metal roof, flinching at movement, the creak of an old house, forced laughter, wandering in the dark woods, wondering how you made it through, sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it, trying to explain but your words falter, invaded privacy, confusion at the pain, running barefoot in the grass, wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing, realizing you aren’t a priority, grass stains on white clothing, trying to earn love you will never have, being threatened over the smallest mistake, secrets you are warned not to share, the feeling of never being good enough, the hope things might someday get better, grief that aches in your bones, childish dares and pranks, the sense that your body isn’t yours, shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry, sledding down a frozen hill, absentmindedly following snakes through the grass, punching a tree until your knuckles bleed, tears over every dead creature you find, searching out small places you can hide… just in case, climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you, the feeling of something tainted under your skin, a curious child told to stop asking, floral dresses, body tensing at approaching footsteps, anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos, the purr of a contented cat, taking the blame to keep the peace, being told you’re too sensitive, the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

tagged by stolen from: here tagging: you :)

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tattoo diaries: seven & zayne

seven & zayne have matching tattoos. they made a pact to never forget where they came from and who they really are the night of graduation. the next week, the two went to the tattoo parlor to get tricep tattoos to remind them of their origins.

seven has a gravestone that says “samuel doe” on his right tricep.

zayne has a golden pocket watch that says “pockee cogsworth” on her left tricep.

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muse: zayne mckellen. daughter of cogsworth. undeclared major. fandomless verse available. open to: mutuals & non; muses of all genders connection / plot: open to interpretation

“no--there has to be an answer. there has to be.”  she stared at her open binder, flipping through her notes on the subject. “i know i was there for this class, i just need to double check that i’m using the right formula.”

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seven kissing zayne on the nose bc they are bffs even though zayne is a v confused clock & seven is a v bi ghost.

gif credit.