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“You look stressed cousin.” Lyra offered unhelpfully, bouncing into place next to her cousin. It hadn’t escaped her notice that they had ushered out the youngest of the Sanderson children. Lyra bounced over to Pyxis’ side wanting to look at what they were doing. “Aunt Winnie had said she wants us to collect the ingredients the book asks for to start the ritual soon.”

There was a singsong quality to her tones, Lyra loved singing but unless there was a ritual, her aunt wouldn’t let her sing, so the blonde was very excited by the revelation of her aunt and coven leader. From the corner of her eyes, Lyra could see the book looking at them and she squeaked excitedly.

“Come cousin, let’s collect the ingredients now!” The quicker it was all done, the happier their aunt would be and the more productive the household. The aunt was always a sourpus when she felt old.

Pyxis couldn’t quite hold back their sigh when Lyra bounded over to their side. It wasn’t that they disliked the blonde; on the contrary, Pyxis often couldn’t pick between Lyra or Orion as their favourite cousin, but she was certainly the louder of the pair and all the dark-haired witch wanted was a little quiet for ten minutes. The blonde was right though. Aunt Winnie was a witch in more ways than one, and if things weren’t done how she wanted and when she wanted, there would be far more than hell to pay.

“I have children to keep an eye on, of course I’m stressed,” Pyxis replied, brushing their hair out of their face. Despite their attitude, they were pleased to hear Lyra so happy. It wasn’t often the girl got to sing, and she did have such a lovely voice. Perfect for snatching away the key ingredient for their mother and aunt’s youth. They glanced at their younger siblings and cousins, reaching out with their magic to scout the area. No intruders, if the wards were to be believed.

“Fine,” they agreed, pushing themselves to their feet. “Grab the baskets and the shears and we’ll head out, but not far. I need to stay close by.”

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“No’ today Pixiedust.”

Harriet rolled her eyes as she heard the fae’s voice, and truth be told, Harriet loved messing with the purple haired fairy, but she like it when Maleficent was around to see how much Mal was failing to rile her up. She shifted to looked in the other’s direction, a bored look on her face. “If yer lookin’ for Harry to bug, he’s at Ursula’s slop shop.”

The eldest Hook was more than sure that Mal was here to bug her, but still it was nice (pleasant? Ish? Maybe?) to offer an easier to rile up Hook for Mal’s displeasure. It was a dull day on the isle anyway, CJ was off with Freddie somewhere - hopefully causing someone to cry somewhere; Harry with with his crew; her pa was already at one of Oogie’s poker games. Harriet was left in charge of her papa’s bait shack, dull when the easiest bait was shoving someone straight into the water. “Yer in luck though, I’m bored and in need of some entertainment. So give it yer best shot sharkbait.”

The Hooks could be so boring. They were all suspicious souls, which on the Isle wasn’t an uncommon personality trait, but the worst part was that they just weren’t scared of her. She had a reputation among enough of the kids her age that she half expected something out of most people, and yet the Hook children...

It probably said a lot about their parenting, if nothing else.

Mal pursed her lips into a pout, walking into the bait shop with an idle gait, glancing at the admittedly disgusting wares. Then again, most things on the Isle were somewhat gross. “Why would I be looking for Harry?” she asked, rolling her eyes. Admittedly he was far easier to coerce into a fight, but it meant dealing with Shrimpy and the rest of her slowly growing gang, and it was just too much effort when someone else was here already.

“You’re always such a suspicious bottom feeder,” the purple haired fae laughed, fingers tapping along broken boxes. “I know it’s hard for you to believe, but maybe I’m really just here to buy something.” The girl pulled out her purse, jingling with items worth trading for on the Isle, before pointedly putting it back slowly. Bait indeed. One step too close and Mal would have her. “Come on, seaweed, what have you got for me?”

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Was he talking to her? Surely not.

The pirate looked over her shoulder as she stepped out the car, waving to the driver who put the partition back up. Apparently Auradon folk took offence when you told them they drive like Madam Mim. Who knew? But her attention drifted back to the King in front of her. Apparently he was talking to her. Why?

“Would have rather sailed than drove.”

Harriet didn’t even want to be here, but her pa had been clear. Accept the invitation. Go to Auradon. Find the green pixie. Get her dust. Then they could all go home to Neverland. The choice was either her or Calista and Ettie was all about sparing her sister from the horrors of the pastel and unicorn land. She was still young, they might convince CJ that she was better off without her big sister.

Plus her pa had told her that she was the first wave and that if she failed, he had two back up plans. Thanks pa. “Ecstatic to be here Beastlet.”

One person stepped out of the car. One girl, and that was... It was deflating, if Ben was honest. He’d sent a lot of invitations, trying to make them personalised, trying to put his best foot forward. Then again, there were going to be multiple pick ups. Perhaps they wouldn’t get a flood, but a slow, steady trickle might work out better. Still, with the help of his friends, he was already pretty certain he knew who this was - Harriet Hook. Thanks to Mal and Evie, he’d been able to get a few pictures of what they might look like, and Ben being Ben, he’d memorised them all.

“I’ll try and find out if that’s something that can be arranged for anyone else,” he replied, a bit startled by the comment. She... she seemed a little bit like Mal. Skeptical. Sarcastic. Ben laughed softly, only raising an eyebrow at the nickname. That was a new one. “I’m still getting the hang of this welcoming people thing, I’m sorry. I just really wanted to be the first person to welcome you to Auradon. Make sure you know that if you need anything, I’m here, and so I can introduce you to who you need to know if I’m not around.”��

Ben held his hand out, smile still on his face. “Harriet Hook, if I’m not mistaken? I'm Ben.”

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choose your fighter: Hargreeves brothers edition

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CJ sniggered lightly as she caught the hidden startle from the first mate of her mismatched crew, she could see that he tried to hide that she made him jump but she was used to noticing the emotions and actions of men around her. With her head tilted in curiosity, she watched him closely to see if he was okay, her sister enjoyed having him around and she didn’t want anything to happen that made him disappear.

The blonde hummed under her breath as she relaxed against the railing and stared out at the barrier that kept them trapped and away from the sea that many of them loved and wished to be set free upon. It was harsh and brutal that the King kept the innocent children locked away in the garbage because he had no forethought about his actions; she just wanted to go on an adventure, not be trapped away. “Maybe it took up too magic to make? so they did it at a point where they only needed to do it once?”

“Just wondering if you were okay, piracy doesn’t seem like something you were born into”

Anthony made a noise of affirmation at CJ’s analysis of the situation. Perhaps. It wasn’t like he knew enough about magic to make an educated guess; not for a lack of trying, either. He’d been one of the more studious kids at Dragon Hall, actually attending his lessons at the behest of his mother, and he’d read all he could about magic while finding nothing to help explain it all. He’d considered trying to ask a few of the magically-born kids about it too, but that required making friends and... well, this was the Isle of the Lost. Friendship was weakness and he had no intention of becoming fish bait.

“Maybe,” he agreed, watching the dull glow of the barrier as clouds seemed to pass through it. Water could. Air clearly could. Ships at designated points and times, likely with their own magic coded into the barrier itself to allow safe passage in and out... There had to be a way off this shithole. He just had to figure it out.

Anthony scoffed at her final words. Of course he wasn’t born to be a pirate. “I’m meant to be a lord.” It was a particular sticking point for his mother and for most of her children; Anastasia Tremaine had been on her way to making amends with her stepsister when she’d been cast off to the Isle. They shouldn’t have been there; then again, if Anastasia hadn’t come across, Anthony wouldn’t have been born. Small mercies, he supposed. “My mother and grandmother are furious whenever I come down here, but it’s better than being roped into helping out at Grandmother’s salon.”

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@batserus | continued from here

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“Yeah. I think we’re done for tonight. ” She said, with a small sigh. “Or at least I hope.”

For a moment, she stood quiet and contemplated the sunrise. “Gotham has always been a city for the night owls. It’s when the dark of the night takes over that everyone is awake and ready for some trouble.”

She took a quick stretch and changed to a more relaxed position. “This view makes spending the night running around worth it though.”

Tim grinned at the amendment to her statement. That was often how it went - it seemed something was over and boom, bam, aliens invading from another dimension or another universal crisis was happening, or there was a cat stuck in a tree. "That was very poetic. Have you been hitting the angsty poetry or do you just need caffeine?" he teased from his perch, looking up at the blonde.

"Yeah," he agreed, gaze turning back to the struggling sunlight. It was good, when it was like this. The city almost seemed safe enough to be around, even if he knew far better. "Are you heading straight home after, or are you hanging around?" he asked, curious. He always hoped Steph was intending to spend a little more time, but it was- no, he wasn't even checking the time. It was early and she probably had enough to do.

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to do update [17/03]

replies: 12 [inc. starters]

muse page: everything

icons to make: diego hargreeves / ben florian / carlos de vil

regrets to have: giving carlos the cursed name diego elsewhere, i’m confusing myself

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RPC MASTERLIST FOR THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY !

Upon the release of the Netflix show, we’ve noticed a big wave of new roleplay blogs pertaining to the TUA universe!   While the community is quite small, it is rapidly growing, so we thought we’d create an easy way to find each other.

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   ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀    “WE ONLY SEE EACH OTHER AT WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS.”

“How much do you want for it?”

“Show me where the safe is, or your family’s dead!”

“Just leave us alone!”

“Hey, you, stay strong, I believe in you.”

“Your family is safe now.”

“When was the last time you saw your father?”

“Will you wear Valentino to the funeral?”

“What is she doing here?”

“You don’t belong here, especially after what you did.”

“You’re seriously gonna do this today?”

“No forced entry, no sign of struggle. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“What’s the secret, huh? Protein shakes?”

“I broke into the coroner’s office.”

“It’s just a sad old man who kicked it in a big, empty house.”

“You should leave.”

“How long has it been since [name] disappeared?”

“What are you doing in here?”

“Are you just out of rehab?”

“He’s dead! Yay!”

“Thank Christ he’s not our real father so we couldn’t inherit those cold, dead eyes.”

“Save the lecture, I was already leaving.”

“Ex-squeeze me?”

“No need to get your little panties in a bunch.”

“You know, after all these years, I find it strangely comforting.”

“[Name] filed for divorce eight months ago.”

“Yeah, I don’t do that anymore.”

“I made a wish, and it came true, and I couldn’t take it back.”

“Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.”

“Is that my skirt?”

“It’s a little dated, I know, but it’s very breathey on the bits.”

“There are still some important things we need to discuss, alright?”

“Oh, quelle suprise!”

“He sounded on edge, told me I should be careful who to trust.”

“He was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles.”

“I’m not in the right frame of mind.”

“You’re high?”

“Sober up, this is important.”

“How could you think that?”

“Sorry, I’m just gonna go murder Mom, I’ll be right back.”

“Eternal peace is probably overrated.”

“You always were a stubborn bastard!”

“I don’t know about you, but I need a drink.”

“I vote we run, c'mon!”

“The future is shit, by the way.”

“Nice to see nothing’s changed.”

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

“Well, there are worse things that could happen.”

“You should stop talking now.”

“An entire square block, forty-two bedrooms, nineteen bathrooms, but not one single drop of coffee.”

“I feel like we should try and stop him, but then again, I also just kinda wanna see what happens.”

“Alright, guess I’ll see you guys in, what, ten years?”

“I hope that turns out better than your marriage did.”

“I don’t remember this place being such a shithole.”

“Used to sneak out with my brothers and sisters, and eat doughnuts till we puked.”

“Let’s be professional about this, yeah?”

“I hate to rush you through any kind of brooding moment you might be having, but come on, man, we’re starving!”

“We have decided on, drumroll…. waffles!”

“You should have locks on your windows.”

“Is that blood?”

“I’ve decided you’re the only one I can trust.”

“The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it.”

“I’ll put on a pot of coffee.”

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Reblog if you’re an active DC roleplayer looking for more connections.

Recently restarted my rp blog and I’m having a hard time finding people to rp with. People that rp in Batman or any DC verse (comics, animated, games, movies or AU) please give this post a reblog. No private rp blogs, I’m looking for people who are open to making new rp friends.

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‘ love is never a weakness ’ (Sephe&Carlos)

“Not according to Mal’s mom,” was Carlos’s reply to that, even as he laid himself down on one of the floorboards in the restaurant. It was closed and Persephone had kindly given him the opportunity to hide behind closed doors again that night. He wasn’t someone to look a gift horse in the mouth and had accepted immediately. His own mother didn’t speak of love - the only thing she cared about was her furs and the possibility of obtaining more, which was why he was planning on heading to the docks for the morning barges. Perhaps a scrap or two of some kind of fur, which was increasingly rare, would go towards softening her temper.

“If you listen to her, caring about someone else is the biggest nope of them all. But I think that’s mostly because she doesn’t want to hear about the rest of us.” Truly, the worst thing Mal had ever done - gained friends instead of minions. Carlos, for his part, was quite happy to be either. Being around other people meant he was less likely to get picked on, especially when one of those people was the daughter of the Biggest Bad That Ever Was. The freckled boy looked to Persephone, head tilted. “I mean, you wouldn’t be on the Isle if it wasn’t for the fact you loved Hades, right?”

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‘ i’m not scared of the monsters hidden underneath my bed ’ (Lyra&Pyxis)

“Is that because you put them there?” Pyxis teased their cousin, raising an eyebrow as they flopped on said bed with a soft sigh. It wasn’t often that they visited their original home, or at least not as often as they should have, but Pyxis was always glad when they did. That Lyra was the only one home wasn’t a bad thing either; Pyxis had two favoured cousins, and either one of them would have been preferable even to their own mother. They needed time to re-acclimate before the hoard descended around their ears once again.

Pyxis dropped their head over the side, black hair draping on floorboards as the witch peered under the borrowed bed. “Just what are you keeping under here anyway, dear cousin?” they asked with a teasing tone, glancing at the various items underneath. Knowing Lyra, a creature was entirely possible.

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‘ did it really happen if i can’t remember it ? ’ (Ettie&Ant)

Anthony blinked at the question, the phrase running through his head as he pondered it. Did it really happen if she didn’t remember it? He remembered it clearly, but then again, they lived in a magical world. It was entirely possible it was a false memory for him and it had never happened at all. Still, he was rather positive that he hadn’t imagined the sudden shove, the fall into the water. He hadn’t imagined the shock of cold, the pain of impact, the ache in his ribs for weeks to come after.

He hadn’t imagined how he’d been pretty positive in that moment that he was going to marry that pirate, either.

“I guess that depends on if you want it to have happened,” he replied, shrugging gently, grass brushing against his ear as he turned to look at Harriet. “Although it definitely happened. I had bruises level of happened.” He frowned slightly at the thought. “You don’t remember that? At all?”

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Any dc character will do~

Tim Red Robin landed softly on the rooftop, pushing himself to his feet as he approached the blonde ahead of him, a small, tired smile on his face as the fog-hidden glow of dawn attempted to breach the Gotham landscape. This was one of the perks of the job, no doubt. Sure, it wasn’t the glowing sunrise he got to see at Titans Tower, and it wasn’t the humbling awe one got from space, but Gotham was its own beast, and beautiful in its own way.

“Everything good?” he asked as he reached her side, settling down on the building edge. They could rest for a minute or two before they had to pick back up; it had been a surprisingly quiet night in the city and he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Better to catch a breather now.

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‘ some names will always be cursed ’ (Ettie&Nael)

“Yeah,” he breathed softly as Neal looked down at the glass in his hand, tilting it backwards to watch the last drop of rum run back down before settling in the bottom. He could agree with that. It seemed his own wasn’t particularly fortunate; Baelfire had been the one to go through so much trouble, first to the Darlings, then to Neverland and back into the Land Without Magic. Neal had done just fine; it was Baelfire who had his father track him down and now, here he was, stuck in the Enchanted Forest with his son in a completely different world because of who he had been. A name he’d shed a long time ago.

He looked over to the girl he considered his sister and nudged her arm. “You trying to say it’s my fault we’re back here, are you?” he teased, trying to find the light side. He didn’t like how heavy this conversation was, not two days after they’d returned to the Enchanted Forest. He knew Harriet was probably itching to leave for the sea, and he wasn’t sure why she was staying with him when her father was already clearly heading on out. “’Cause I haven’t been Baelfire in a long time, Ettie. I’d almost forgotten it until Emma showed up at my door.”

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