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reblogging cuz I even improved upon the fixed version. last time I’ll do this I swear

dark islanders au: Vanity Fair

ruthless, cunning, unforgiving, vengeful, distrusting, and just a little bit psycho

It all began that night. Her stalker and her friend’s murderer ran as soon as V’s friend dropped to the ground. Police were called as she sobbed into his body willing him to fight or come back. But the callers saw nothing. Only heard. And when Vanity Fair was alone in her room that night, it all went downhill.

Stress. Fear. Agony. Sadness. The cycle looped on like that until one thing clicked harder than “my friend died”: HE killed him. The pain and fear, working so fast with her magic-kissed body turned her hair gray but the anger was quickly followed by the feeling that turned her dark for good. Revenge.

Her nails, like her heart, blackened and sharpened. And like Persephone with the pomegranate seeds, she gave into temptation….. and welcomed the darkness.

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The plan was simple enough. Meet him up, get him to confess, the wire will catch everything, arrest, justice. He showed up, gun still on him. After a few minutes of apologizing and crying (on his part) and begging for forgiveness, swearing he’d take it back if he could yet still not admitting to anything, she got bored and that on top of her anger and newfound darkness made for a deadly match. She revealed a unicorn she’d brought with her and told him to run.

One dead end and the chase was over and Vanity Fair got her revenge.

Unsurprisingly, the light didn’t return to her after that. She remained cold and hard and angry at the world. She was sent to the island in hopes of finding her way back to the light. 

But now that she’s here with so much magic around her, there has to be a way to bring her friend back… right? The island may be more on the prison-like side of an asylum or rehab or whatever it is but good luck to anyone who crosses her or gets in her way. 

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Sent from her home realm as a baby, Vanity Fair was born with a strange long spiraling horn in the center of her head. Her adoptive family, knowing their blessing, took her in and filed down her horn til nothing was left but a scar on her forehead.

Vanity Fair eventually grew into a beautiful young lady with a penchant for acting. It was her best friend that talked her into making a career out of it. She eventually grew the attention of a stalker and one fateful night, the stalker approached that actress and her friend with a gun.

The shot that rang out should have torn through her chest and her friend’s. Then again, going by things that should and shouldn’t have happened, a horn shouldn’t have grown from her head and projected a force field that protected them both.

After wishing it would just go away, the horn shrank back into her forehead. THAT was how she discovered it could come and go at will. ANd it could do anything. Break through brick walls, project force fields, carry her into the air, shoot lasers, help her disappear and reappear at will and so many other things. 

Her friend, although still reeling a bit from his brush with death, talked her into becoming the superhero she is today. Ladycorn. Flying in on a rainbow to save the day.

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dark islanders au: Vanity Fair

ruthless, cunning, unforgiving, vengeful, distrusting, and just a little bit psycho

It all began that night. Her stalker and her friend’s murderer ran as soon as V’s friend dropped to the ground. Police were called as she sobbed into his body willing him to fight or come back. But the callers saw nothing. Only heard. And when Vanity Fair was alone in her room that night, it all went downhill.

Stress. Fear. Agony. Sadness. The cycle looped on like that until one thing clicked harder than “my friend died”: HE killed him. The pain and fear, working so fast with her magic-kissed body turned her hair gray but the anger was quickly followed by the feeling that turned her dark for good. Revenge.

Her nails, like her heart, blackened and sharpened. And like Persephone with the pomegranate seeds, she gave into temptation….. and welcomed the darkness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The plan was simple enough. Meet him up, get him to confess, the wire will catch everything, arrest, justice. He showed up, gun still on him. After a few minutes of apologizing and crying (on his part) and begging for forgiveness, swearing he’d take it back if he could yet still not admitting to anything, she got bored and that on top of her anger and newfound darkness made for a deadly match. She revealed a unicorn she’d brought with her and told him to run.

One dead end and the chase was over and Vanity Fair got her revenge.

Unsurprisingly, the light didn’t return to her after that. She remained cold and hard and angry at the world. She was sent to the island in hopes of finding her way back to the light. 

But now that she’s here with so much magic around her, there has to be a way to bring her friend back… right? The island may be more on the prison-like side of an asylum or rehab or whatever it is but good luck to anyone who crosses her or gets in her way. 

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Picture 1- your average everyday Dark!V

Picture 2-  the day ‘the plan’ went into action

((edits by me))

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I see your dark summer outfit, Jem and raise you.... A light one.

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Hannah Montana - Barefoot Cinderella

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“For the most part I am.” Some days were better than others and most nights were worse than others but all in all she wasn’t in the condition she used to be in. Vanity Fair nodded at Gracie’s words. “Yeah, this place is great for that Hollywood limelight-spotlight escape.” 

Gracies eyebrows raised a little while she was listening to Vanity. She blinked, mouth parted a little in shock: Well, that sounded horrible. “Wow.. I- I am really sorry, V, I just..” Wow. “Youre.. okay though?” That was a stupid question.

“At least I’m here now so.. maybe it kinda worked, because now I dont have to.. go on with that.. modeling and all of the stuff my parents want for me.”

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“Killing myself didnt work, obviously. I failed so I am here. Why are you here?”

“Remember that stalker/admirer I had?.... Well he found me and killed my lifelong best friend... then himself... right in front of me. Came here to deal with the PTSD.....

I’m sorry it came to that for you but I’m glad you’re alive and getting help.” She paused again. “Sorry if that sounded--” Rude? Selfish?

“Oh yes, I remember, it was horrible.”

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“Pretty here and there but mostly good.” She said with a genuine smile. “And you?”

“My eyebrows….?” What an odd thing to like. “Uh, tell her thanks, I guess.” All horses were shes until corrected, right?

“So, how have you been?”

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Random Thing I Did Just For Fun: 

Genderbent!Vanity Fair (Van for short) || Danila Kovalev

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thelittleskylark

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quequinoxart:

“Oleander” one of a kind polymer clay unicorn sculpture. She’s been sculpted over a wire and foil armature and painted in acrylics. She’s about 7.5 inches tall

She’s for sale on etsy!

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“Not since the Valentino Spring show in like 2011 -chuckles- What are you doing he-”

“.... I just remembered where we are. Sorry. You don’t have to answer....”

“That would be me.”

“Oh my, hey, I haven’t seen you in a long while!”

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“Gracie? Gracie Collins?”

“No way......”

graciexcollins

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Vanity Fair smiled. This time it was a genuine one and it glowed through her. “That sounds amazing. I haven’t had smores since after the Halloween bonfire.” 

“........ I love you, RJ. Thanks for all of this.” She blurted quickly before following him into the kitchen. 

“SO do we have pink marshmallows or just white?”

Laundry || RJV

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Relief waved over her. “If you’re okay I’m okay.” She said, honestly with a nod and a smile. Vanity Fair jumped forward when she felt a sudden nudge on her back.

She turned to see a unicorn had been working to get her attention.  V laughed and turned to Charlee. “See? Told you.” She chuckled as she began petting it... her. 

“She likes your eyebrows.” She relayed.

“You didn’t scare me.” With her hearing Charlee heard her coming. “Are you ok?” Vanity wasn’t usually so at a lose for words. That was usually Charlee’s job.