#ariana descendants

[c-rose2081]

Whatcha got there?

Self explanatory art is the best kind. This is as much a bestie situation as it is a valid ship in my mind XD Mal’s not happy about it either way.

[roses-descendants-hub]

We the Anti-Heroes (chapter guide)

Chapter guide for We the Anti-Heroes so the story is easy to find/chapters can be found if you’re looking for a specific one.

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Prologue/Chapter 1 (Audrey)

Chapter 2: Move-In Day (Hadie)

Chapter 3: Roommates (Ariana)

Chapter 4: Auradonian Ethics (Hadie)

Chapter 5: Ex’s (Ariana)

Chapter 6: Aggression (Hadie)

Chapter 7: Lesson (Ariana)

Chapter 8: Mornings (Hadie)

Chapter 9: Fights (Ariana)

Chapter 10: Names (Hadie)

Chapter 11: Appointment (Ariana)

[caswensworld]

Ya know the vibes this is giving, low key?

[chadtheroyalidiot]

ariana rose, niece of aurora & prince phillip

[hannahhook7744]

Who runs that Business?: The Briar Rose , a restaurant that only sells dessert , located in Goodly Point , Auroria which is a city in South Riding of Auradon .

(for the descendants theories thing )

Probably Aurora's mystery sibling (if you assume Rose is a last name and not a shared middle name, as I do).

So it's really up to you.

In my au, Ariana Rose's mother is the black sheep of the Rose family (in her mother's eyes), Princess Ambrosia (who has appeared on 'The Real Princesses Of Charmingsville', because her sister isn't the only star—thank you very much).

She might also be divorced.

[tiredflowercrown]

I had like 5 seconds of Harry Potter brain rot so idk if this gonna happen again but

AKs in Hogwarts houses

Why AKs you may ask. There's more to argue for and about.

Slytherins

Audrey and Ariana Rose

My Reasoning? The Roses come from a very traditional family and they uphold these very traditional values. We also see this heavy idea of upholding in order to survive whether it be their reputation or even their place in nobility standings.

Chad Charming

Now Chad, at first, the easy argument is Hufflepuff due to stuff like Cotillion and him joining Audrey in D3. However, while he is loyal, we again see these more traditional beliefs, especially in the family day scene in D1. We also see a very strong sense of cunning, primarily on his use of Evie to continue his academic career. We see it as an abuse of power and Evie's current naivete towards princes, but we are viewing this interaction from a lense that has mostly followed Evie and not Chad. He is seeing someone naive but either extremely smart or good enough at cheating that it doesn't matter.

This use of cunning leads into his own self preservation, he wants to succeed academically either to continue in extracurriculars or impress his parents. We then see this self-preservation when he joins Audrey in D3. Yes, he's easily distracted and vain, but Audrey in this scene is immediately recognizable as not being ok. His response, however, I want to be on your side, in any way, shape, or form. From there is when he starts to try and negate damage to the whole kingdom while still keeping himself safe. Once he realizes that talking her down isn't going to happen, he tries to leave saying he will find the VKs, when that doesn't work he again tries to calm her down which leads to him in the closet.

Gryffindor

Lonnie

Lonnie has an understanding of the traditions, which is needed in order to step side them. While this is typically seen as a Slytherin trait, the difference lies in the execution and reasoning. Lonnie reveals herself too early and then is stumped by Chad breaking out the rules wording. We see this impulsiveness again when she insists on returning to the Isle with Jay and Carlos. This action to her is just another way to prove herself instead of being one grounded in helping others.

Jordan

Even when trying not to be, she still is very impulsive and willing to do whatever it takes to succeed.

Ravenclaws

Ally

Is she not just Luna Lovegood but in Descendants form?

Jane

A lot of Jane's motivations come from a need of knowledge. D1 in its entirety is about Jane struggling with the magic ban and a separation of herself and the knowledge that should've been given to her that wasn't.

A major plot point of D3 is Jane's quick on her feet thinking, in her remembering of the lake.

Doug

While Doug may seem a little too dopeish to be in this house, (ha ha ha /s) his strength more so lies in his creativity and ingenuity. He plays multiple instruments as well as being the accounting and business minded person in Evie4Hearts.

Hufflepuff

Ben

I don't know what to tell you, he's a stereotypical Hufflepuff. He's kind, extremely loyal, very hardworking. He's a textbook example.

Yeah so I did that. Let me know if yall want VKs. If yall want it, it might happen

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

Lonnie: oh, no. Audrey texted you 'Hi.' Punctuation only means one thing, Ben. She's mad at you.

Ben: no, it's Audrey. She's just being grammatically correct!

[meanwhile]

Audrey: then I used a period so he'd know that I'm mad at him.

Ariana: a period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says, 'you're dead to me.'

Audrey: I stand by my choice.

[kayzthespaze]

IM DYING THIS IS THE “2010’s mix” SPOTIFY MADE FOR ME

[princess-ibri]

And what of Ariana Rose? Who is she? Does Aurora have a sibling in Descendants? Or Phillip? Don't tell me she is Tulip Morningstar's daughter, cause wouldn’t that make Audrey and Ariana second cousins? Plus they’re separate continuities, Descendants and Villains, aren't they?

Yes as far as actual Disney the company goes the Villains novels and Descendants franchise are totally separate continuties.

My DisneyVerse includes both my own Villain backstories and the Canon Descendants rewrites in the same continuity. I don't really use anything from the Villains books done by Serena Valentino as they're her own headcanons and not any more official than mine. Whats shown in the movies are the only true "canon" as far as I'm concerned.

(I do wish I'd named my Descendants rewrites something other than 'Canon Descendants' now, but I was trying to make them match up with the movies. xD )

Let me check my notes real quick for what I have for Ariana Rose.

Ok I do have her changed to a second something cousin as neither Philip or Aurora are seen to have siblings by the time they're grown (I doubt Stefan and Leah would risk another child tbh). She's the daughter of a daughter sister of Queen Leah. I made her from Aurora's side of the family to go with the whole Matching First Intital thing Descendants has going.

But honestly I could see Phillip having a younger sibling, most likely a sister who's off screen somewhere and she could be Ariana's mother to get her closer to her book counterpart. I'd drop the rose part of her name for my DisneyVerse as that would just get confusing with Briar Rose running around.

[dizzydizney]

[isleofdarkness]

Queen Leah; The fire extinguisher is under the sink. Riah; Ooh, that looks like fun. Ariana; I bet we could use that to annoy Chad. Queen Leah, already tired of the two of them; It's for fires only, dears. Riah; Okay, but what if- Queen Leah; And don't even think of starting a fire just to annoy Chadwick. Ariana; It's like she can read our minds.

[c-rose2081]

I don’t like you…

Ariana’s not a fan of Red dating Chloe (her cousin-by-marriage). Actually, she’s not a fan of Red AT ALL, but she makes Chloe happy, so Ari’s not going to intervene.

HOWEVER, that doesn’t mean a well placed threat and a bit of blood won’t set the tone between them. Red can try to be edgy and tough all she wants, but Ariana’s actively in anger management therapy and on probation for violent behavior. She’s guaranteed to put her money where her mouth is and put Red ten feet under right back into Wonderland.

Note: Red’s actress is only 5’3–she’s a shorty. Ariana is 6’2 in heels 🫢

[honeytae]

this was originally supposed to be very soft…oops! :)

the first half is inspired by a dream i had about jimin that literally had me waking up in tears + the second half is inspired by ‘thinking bout you’ by ariana grande which happened to come on shuffle play a few mins later. voilà!

genre: angst, fluff, smut

wc: 3.8k

warnings: moderate angst (eludes to enl*stment), a lot of tears, language, looots of kissing, making out, grinding, oral activities, and unprotected sex (don’t). explicit description of sexual acts: minors dni.

jimin wakes with a deeply wounded sound that could be described as the world’s most dramatic grunt.

he absolutely hates waking up alone. everyone knows he’s a natural cuddler, born to hold others and be held.

ideally, by you.

blinking harshly against the afternoon sun streaming through the window, jimin stretches his arm out to your side of the bed, huffing when he comes across cold sheets.

he blows another deep breath out of his mouth as he rolls over to check the time, slowly breaking out of his post-nap haze.

“good morning, sleepy head.”

jimin perks up at the sound of your voice. on cue, you step through the doorway, looking equally sleepy while clutching your favorite mug.

you shuffle across the bedroom, smiling fondly at the man as his legs kick out and ruffle the sheets when he sits up.

“you left me,” he juts out his bottom lip, reaching for you impatiently as you lower yourself onto the mattress.

“i’m sorry, babe,” you pout back, directing your eyes to the mug by way of explanation, “i woke up with a craving for chai tea,” you continue, handing the mug over as you settle in next to him.

“well, i woke up with a craving for you,” he quips, sassily raising the mug to his lips as you lovingly roll your eyes at him.

he makes a satisfied hum as he swallows the sweet tea, showing his enthusiasm with a bob of his head.

pressing his lips together, he hands the mug back to you, watching as you take another sip before leaning over to set it down on the nightstand.

when you sit back against the pillows and look at jimin, you feel a rush of warmth spread through your chest. you aren’t entirely used to seeing him right here, next to you, so content.

there have been so many times when you sat up at night thinking about him, worrying about him, craving him, all while he was more distant than he had ever been throughout your relationship. and this wasn’t even by his design.

it makes you emotional, the way he easily nestles into your side, the way his hand gravitates to yours, and the gentle concern in his eyes as he watches your own well up with tears.

“hey,” he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, “what is it, angel?” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours as he searches your eyes, hoping for a clue while he gives you the time to gather yourself enough to speak.

“i just can’t believe you’re here,” you eventually say, much quieter than you intended. “and i’m so happy,” you emphasize. your heart sinks when jimin’s eyes mirror your own, glistening with unshed tears.

your exchange of emotion is wordless for a long moment, as you are addressing the obvious. you are here, together, but only for now. you are happy and content, but only for now. and as much as you try to combat your pessimism, you are a realist at heart.

in a few days, jimin will inevitably leave again.

your hands pull towards his crumpling face like a magnet, cupping his jaw and swiping your thumbs along his soft cheeks when the salty drops descend down his skin, leaning forward to press your lips to his wobbly pair.

“i miss you so much,” he sniffs, eyebrows furrowing as he takes notice of your now wet cheeks, “i always miss you,” he chokes on a sob, the sound pulling on all your heartstrings and delivering a swift punch to the gut.

it makes you want to cry even more watching him be so upset, desperately trying to push the lump in your throat away for the sake of your limited time together. you fail miserably, letting your head fall onto his shoulder as more tears break free.

“please don’t cry,” you sob in return, “not about this. it’s okay, baby,” the latter part of your statement is muffled as jimin pulls you closer to crush you in his arms, nestling his head into your neck as his back still shakes with unsteady breaths.

“please don’t cry,” you reiterate with a sniffle of your own, looping your arms around his back as you both dig deeper into the embrace.

“then you don’t cry! it breaks my heart,” he pouts, squeezing your hand again as he presses a chaste kiss to your chin, a contented sigh leaving him when you turn your face to kiss him.

your lips meld together sweetly, sharing one, two, three, soft kisses full of the taste of salt from your combined tears.

you pull back and allow your tired head to fall onto his shoulder again, jimin placing his head on yours with another soft sigh.

“fuck,” he tsks after a quiet moment, turning his face to look at you with swollen eyes.

you chuckle humorlessly, stretching your neck to gingerly press your lips to the drying tear trails on his face. the apples of his cheeks appear as you do so, eyes creasing as he grins down at you.

“i’m sorry for being depressing. i swear i had fun plans when i first came in here,” you sigh, smiling when jimin smushes your cheeks together with his hand and pecks the damp skin with his lips, as you did him.

“don’t be sorry. this has been a lot,” he frowns, “and we needed the cry.”

you hum in agreement, turning onto your side and settling deeper into his chest as his fingers soothingly dance along your shoulder.

“i love you so much,” he murmurs, hand tracing down to rub calming circles into your back.

it doesn't matter how often you hear jimin say that he loves you; you have determined that your heart will nearly combust every time.

so you grin like a fool and hoist yourself up onto your elbows, hands settling on his bare chest. your eyes fondly dance along his features, from his sparkling eyes to his adorable button nose, to the perfect puffy pillows he has for lips.

“i love you so much,” you trace his skin, running your thumb along the ridges in his abdomen. “this is new,” you comment on his physique with a quirked brow, jimin’s face breaking into a big, beautiful smile as he laughs shyly.

“wow,” you carry on, and embarrassed, he waves you off, which only encourages you to amp up the act.

“what, you want me to ignore this? i mean, i’ve never seen an eight pack before!” you exclaim, grinning when you see that he’s now totally flushed pink, both from the way your nail traces down his happy trail and your praise.

“stop it,” he whines, “you’re torturing me. come up here,” he gestures, patting his thighs. you lift a leg to straddle his waist, lowering yourself to sit on his hips.

it’s instinctive and effortless, the way you fall down onto his chest. the way his hands travel down your lower back to rest on your ass, sinking his fingers into the flesh with what could only be described as a sigh of relief.

resting your face in the juncture between his chest and neck, you pucker your lips on the skin there, then move over to the column of his throat to do the same, and down to his collarbone. his breath catches in his throat when you open your mouth against him, hissing a breath through his teeth when you drag your tongue along the skin.

“sensitive,” you tease as you pick your head up, the smirk falling right off your face as he lifts his hand and delivers a sharp smack to your ass. you inhale a sharp gasp as a hot wave of arousal washes over you, and the mood change in the room is instantaneous.

jimin’s mouth actively seeks yours like a moth to a flame, lips colliding in a mess of teeth and tongue that has you keening for more. you moan into each other's mouths as he fondles your ass, sneaking a finger down between your legs to rub you through your dampening shorts.

the thought of jimin being unreachable again was constant worry gnawing at you. but for now, you are rested, reunited, and so, so in love.

and frankly, more than a little needy.

your tongues lazily tangle together as jimin traces his hands up your body, settling on your stomach and caressing the skin. you could almost laugh at the contradiction between the gentle circles he’s rubbing into your tummy versus the way he’s currently sucking on your tongue.

when you can no longer ignore the burning in your lungs, you lift yourself from his mouth, jimin swiftly taking the opportunity to lift your t-shirt over your head and chuck it across the room.

he stares at your bare chest with a deep groan, cupping your breasts and gently squeezing the tissue in his hands.

“fucking love it when you don’t wear a bra,” he says, tweaking your nipples between skilled thumbs.

“yeah? wanna burn all my bras?” you smirk, jaw falling slack when he dips forward to close his mouth around your nipple. he sucks on the aching nub until you’re whining his name, breaking away for only a moment to answer you.

“happily,” he simpers, switching to your other neglected breast. he encourages you with open palms on the small of your waist when you arch your back and push your chest further into him.

he pops off your chest with a shaky breath as your hips instinctively grind down on his lap, an airy whine erupting from the back of your throat at the feeling of his bulge poking into you.

“fuck, baby, just like that,” jimin instructs with a soft moan, laying back against the pillows as his hands move to support your gyrating hips.

lowering yourself so your face hovers above his, you support yourself using the pillow beneath his head as you begin slowly rocking your hips along the tent in his boxers, back and forth, back and forth.

the friction is making you feel dizzy, rubbing you in all the right spots.

plus, the eye contact isn’t helping your case at all. jimin’s half-shut eyelids send a stronger pulse between your legs. all you can concentrate on is chasing the pleasure you feel right now, taking jimin’s short breaths as confirmation that you two are in the same boat.

“jimin, baby,” you breathe, reluctantly stilling your hips, “i really could cum right now and that scares me.”

your mouth twitches into a grin when he lets out a belly laugh in response, moving his hands up and down your back to help bring you back to earth.

“me too,” he chuckles, “it’s only slightly humiliating,” he says as he kisses your shoulder, his head easily falling back onto the pillows as you meet his lips again.

jimin moans into your mouth as your other hand suddenly slips into his boxer shorts, wrapping your fingers around the base of him and closing your hand around him to squeeze his shaft. his eyes shift to look at your hand down his pants, but close as soon as you swipe your thumb across his tip.

you’re dragging your hand up and down on him, tracing your smallest finger over the dull pulse shooting up his cock. low whines are leaving his lips, his hand grasping your side when you quicken your pace.

“oh god,” he rasps, “you have to stop, baby.”

when you continue your actions with a pout, he leans forward to press his lips to the wrinkle temporarily formed in your chin.

“but i wanna make you feel good,” you say. you still allow him to fully sit up, dropping his cock with a reluctant sigh.

“well, i wanna make you feel good too. do we have a deal?,” he grins as he takes hold of your ankles and pulls you toward the end of the bed, your eagerness showing in the way you shimmy out of your shorts and underwear in one go. you chuck said items across the room, jimin immediately sinking to his knees on the floor.

you shudder as he starts pressing open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs, obviously teasing as you push your hips impatiently toward him.

“baby, please,” you beg, and he seems to get the message. placing his hands underneath your calves, he lifts your legs and guides them over his shoulders.

as you look down at him devilishly smiling between your thighs, you think that he would give the cheshire cat a run for his money.

when his mouth finally meets the area begging for his attention most, you let out a broken cry of his name, fisting the sheets beside you as he languidly strokes his tongue through the arousal spilling from you.

“hmmh,” he moans into you, making you shudder from the vibration, knees going weak as he circles your clit with a pointed tongue.

your vision goes black once you feel one of his fingers circling your entrance, pushing its way in after you let out a garbled plea to the ceiling. he thrusts with one finger then adds another, hooking them to rub your sweet spot.

you feel a rush of heat rise in your cheeks at his actions, clenching the sheets with a whine as you start rocking your hips to fuck yourself onto his fingers.

“oh fuck, oh fuck! baby,” you whine, letting a hand sneak down to settle on his head, gripping his hair and tugging just how he likes.

it’s only been a few minutes and you can feel that you’re embarrassingly close, especially with the way jimin tauntingly drags his fingers just right along your walls, hitting your g spot with each pointed thrust of his hand. the pressure keeps building, electricity rippling through your lower abdomen as he hits your cervix.

“i-i’m gonna cum,” you stutter, jimin throwing an arm over your stomach to stop your writhing, holding you in place as he dips down to essentially make out with your clit.

and then the band snaps, time slows, and you’re falling, falling, falling.

when your vision comes back, jimin is above you, running his hands up and down your now sore leg muscles.

you reach out to place your hand on his shoulder, squeezing the muscle then bringing your palm around to cup the back of his neck.

“oh my god, i love you,” you breathe, chest still stuttering from your high.

“i love you more,” he coos, bringing his hand up to your hair, carefully smoothing it away from your face with his fingers.

it’s quiet for a moment as your head slows its spinning. jimin’s dark pupils pull you back to earth, glittering with your reflection.

“you okay, my love?” he murmurs softly, shifting his hand so he can swipe his thumb over your cheek. his appendage moves when you bob your head in response, flashing him a tired grin.

“never been better,” you confirm, “ready for round two?”

jimin crinkles his nose in amusement, dipping down to eagerly meet your lips. sighs and moans pass between you as he licks into your mouth, the taste of you rubbing off onto your tongue.

you pull him in tighter to you, jimin’s hips thrusting into yours in pursuit of stimulation. you buck your hips up to meet his, the lazy pace of your grind far from satisfying your need.

“fuck me, baby, please,” you break apart from the kiss with a whine, tracing your hands down his body to slip your fingers beneath his waistband once again.

this time, jimin eagerly straightens up, pushing his shorts down his legs and tossing them aside. his length slaps up against his stomach, and oh my god, you think, he’s so hard it looks like it hurts.

“on your side, baby,” he says with a soft pat to your ass, erupting into giggles when you all too enthusiastically flip over, leaving him to bounce on the bed beside you.

you eagerly settle back into his chest as he spoons you from behind, his arm wrapping around your torso to pull you as close to him as he can. you can feel the rhythm of his heartbeat pressing into your back, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“i love that this is the only time you’re the big spoon,” you tease, gasping when he lifts your leg and slides his cock through your wet folds.

as much as you like to tease jimin, you find that you like the end result of him shutting you up much better.

“fuck,” you whisper as he bumps his tip into your swollen clit, needily rocking your hips back to slide along his length.

“jimin, please,” you beg, and you don’t even recognize your own voice. you sound desperate, and with anyone else you would feel embarrassed. but it’s jimin, who doesn’t miss a beat and instead leaves a wet smack of his lips on your shoulder, lining his cock up with your entrance and pushing the tip inside of you.

“oh,” you blow a breath through clenched teeth at the intrusion, fingers digging into the pillow beside your head as pleasure spreads through your core already.

jimin grunts as he shifts his hips forward to inch inside, pulling back and thrusting more of himself into you. he curses as you squeeze him, letting his face fall into your neck.

a moan erupts from your chest as he bottoms out, while jimin blows out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“fuck, so good. you’re so good for me,” he moans, sounding entirely delirious as he feels you wrapped around him like this for the first time in months.

he leans down to pepper kisses over your cheeks as he waits for you to adjust to him, pressing one last kiss to the side of your head as you nod for him to go.

“you sure?” he asks, chuckling when you try to thrust your hips onto him yourself. he follows your movements, gently pulling back and easily sinking into your entrance.

“fuck, yes, i’m sure,” you moan breathlessly.

jimin is increasingly vocal as your walls clamp down around him, sucking him in each time he pulls out. he’s panting and repeating your name like a mantra, and you aren’t faring much better.

“jimin, make it hurt,” you cry out, muffled into the pillow you’ve buried your face into.

he bends your knee up further to spread you wider for him and picks up his pace, thighs clapping against your ass deliciously. the bed springs are crying out for help, the headboard banging against the wall as he carries you to the brink of another orgasm.

“baby, i’m close,” you whimper.

jimin moans gibberish in response, a sure sign that he’s almost there, too. you clench your muscles down on him, causing the flurry of noises from his mouth to increase.

the ball of heat is growing within your core, sweat beading on your forehead. you reach your arm behind you to hook around jimin’s neck, turning your head to face jimin. and that’s really what does it.

he looks destroyed, eyes closed and eyebrows scrunched together. his mouth is hanging open, his chest visibly rising and falling as he rapidly thrusts into you, chasing ultimate relief.

you’re suddenly thrown into another orgasm, the feeling of your walls spasming around jimin’s cock giving him the final push he needs.

you watch with dazed eyes as he quickly pulls out and strokes his cock in his hand, warm ropes of cum spurting from his tip to your ass, some drops landing on your lower back.

jimin breathes heavily behind you, and while it’s tempting to cuddle you back to sleep, he begins to shuffle off the bed.

“noooo,” you whine in complaint, reaching out for him with a limp arm.

“i’ll be right back,” he coos, leaning over to kiss each of your knuckles before standing up and leaving you in the room.

he comes back minutes later with a cloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. after passing the glass to you, he climbs back into bed and swipes the wet fabric over your backside.

once he’s deemed you clean, he tosses the rag onto his other clothes littering the floor, and settles back into the mess of sheets and pillows. he reaches out to help as you turn your weak body around so you’re facing him, arms looping around his neck.

the air in the room is thick, an aspect confirmed by the distant sound of the air conditioner clicking on. nonetheless, you bury yourself into jimin’s neck, smiling when you feel the drag of his bottom lip against your ear as he collects himself from a yawn.

you’re almost drifting off when you hear his voice, but you’ve missed what he said. you hum in an unspoken request for him to repeat himself, straightening up to show him you’re listening.

he takes a breath, then pauses for a moment. you can hear that he’s debating something in his head, and just as you’re about to try to encourage him, he comes out with a rare statement.

“can i tell you a secret?”

your interest is piqued by his request, opening your eyes with an eager nod.

jimin hates secrets, so he tends to tell you everything. some may say he overshares; you, however, would disagree.

“‘course,” is all you can manage, completely spent as numb fingers search to interlock with his own.

“when this is all over,” he starts, tracing his thumb along your knuckles and stopping at your fourth finger, “i’m gonna marry you.”

your breath hitches in your throat, eyes widening as you search for any hint of teasing in his features.

what you find instead is a gentle gleam in his eye, pupils staring into your soul as he glows from the inside out. he looks as if a weight has been lifted from him, and you wonder how long he’d been thinking about this before he gained the courage to put it out there.

you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, covering your face with open palms as you break out into a giddy grin.

“you can’t just say that,” you laugh, allowing him to pull your body up and over him so that you’re lying on his chest.

“well, for now, i’m just saying it,” he retorts, “but i fully plan on being your husband for as long as you let me.”

you run your fingers across his pecs as you let his words soak in, nuzzling your cheek into his chest with increasingly misty eyes.

“i’d really like that.”

[transform4u]

What happens when a whole gay friend group suddenly is converted into straight guys? How long does it take for them to morph into your average straight friend group.

A mass transformation is actually quite simple. It's quite quick even. You and your friends are out at the bars, dancing joyously amidst a sea of rainbow flags celebrating Pride. The music is pumping, filling the air with infectious energy and laughter. You're singing along to ariana grande and chappell roan. Suddenly, a thick fog rolls in, casting an eerie shadow over the festivities. You squint through the haze, bewildered as the vibrant rainbow flags above you slowly transform into University of Alabama banners, their crimson and white stark against the dim lights.

The once sweet aroma of cocktails is replaced by a pungent blend of stale beer and used gym socks. You crinkle your nose in distaste, exchanging puzzled glances with your friends who are equally taken aback by the strange shift in atmosphere.

Even more disconcerting, your trendy, expressive outfits begin to warp before your eyes. What were moments ago stylish Pride attire now morphs into tacky, gaudy bro outfits—tight tanks, polos, basic jeans, cargo shorts, and baseball caps that clash horrendously.

In your hands, the vodka crans magically transform into ice-cold beers, condensation dripping down the sides. Without missing a beat, your friends instinctively clink their bottles together, the chilled beer splashing onto your newly acquired bro-shirt.

As the fog settles into your mind, a strange heaviness descends, dulling your thoughts and making them harder to grasp. You blink, trying to recall how you ended up here, surrounded by the pulsating beats and colorful lights of the bar. The TVs that once played vibrant pop music videos suddenly flicker and transform, displaying intense football, baseball, and basketball games.

The plays, the scores, the athleticism—it all draws you in, stirring a primal excitement deep within. Your friends beside you are equally ensnared, their cheers and yells blending with the roar of the crowd in the bar.

As the games unfold, you and your friends grow more animated, more boisterous. You shout at the screen, criticize referees' calls, and passionately debate strategy. The atmosphere around you intensifies, fueled by adrenaline and the communal thrill of competition. The usual cares and worries dissipate, replaced by a temporary escape into the world of sports and beer, where passion and intensity reign supreme.

You realize that your perception of your friends has changed. They're no longer individuals you find attractive or admire on a personal level; they've become your "bros" in the most superficial way possible. The thought of hooking up with them is now gross as fuck. You only want to hook up with chicks from now on.

A memory forms of working out at the gym with your bros and catcalling at girls as you flexed your muscles under the weightlifting machines. The smell of sweat and stale air clings to your body, reminding you of how much time you spent there trying to impress girls instead of focusing on schoolwork or hanging out with actual friends who cared about more than just physical appearance.

You begin to see your bros only as people who share similar interests in sports, video games, and partying - nothing more than that anymore.

As the night progresses, your fixation on women's bodies intensifies. You find yourself unable to look away from any woman who walks by, constantly staring at their breasts and imagining what it would be like to touch them. The thought of hooking up with a "dumb slut" consumes your mind, making it impossible for you to think about anything else.

Your friends seem just as obsessed as you are, leering at every chick who passes by and making vulgar comments about their appearances. It's clear that this altered state has taken hold of all of you in different ways but with one common goal: finding someone willing (or unwilling) enough for a drunken hookup.

Your friends join in on the catcalling and lewd remarks as they pass by, egging each other on with crude comments about how "dumb sluts" they are for dressing so provocatively. The thought of hooking up with any one of them fills you with an intense horniness that makes it difficult to focus on anything else.

With your bros egging you on, you start to rate each girl loudly and openly, "A total 10"...."Dude she's like a 5, tops" "Bro, that's a fucking 9!" reducing them to mere objects. The laughter and camaraderie that once felt genuine now echo with a hollow, performative quality. The bar, once a place of celebration and community, becomes tinged with a sense of toxicity as you and your friends revel in this distorted version of masculinity.

In this altered state, the fog not only obscures your thoughts but also distorts your values and inhibitions. What began as a night of dancing and celebration for Pride has veered into a troubling territory of objectification and disrespect and above all else straight Pride. Your muscles begin to swell and bulge beyond their usual size. Your abs tighten and define themselves, while your pecs become more prominent. Your biceps grow thicker and stronger, making it easier for you to flex them whenever the opportunity arises.

Your friends undergo a similar transformation, their figures becoming more imposing with every passing moment. Their postures become more confident and aggressive as they flex their newly enhanced muscles to get the attention of various chicks in the bar,

You grab around of shots for you and friends. You struggle to recall their names, but suddenly it clicks in your mind. You're Brock, and your friends are Bryce, Brody, Brady, Brad, Brayden, and Brandon. It feels oddly comforting to remember these names, as if they've always been there, waiting just beneath the surface.

Your surroundings seem to echo with a thick Southern accent, every thought and word peppered with its distinctive cadence. The pride in being associated with the University of Alabama swells within you, a deep-rooted allegiance that feels unquestionable and natural.

In this altered state, a surge of conservative beliefs and values begins to replace the liberal, progressive mindset you once held. The fog in your mind acts as a catalyst, erasing the complexities of nuanced thought and replacing them with a stark, black-and-white worldview. Suddenly, concepts like political correctness and social justice seem foreign and misguided to you.

You feel a growing disdain for what you now label as "liberal snowflakes," dismissing their concerns as overly sensitive and irrelevant. The camaraderie with your friends intensifies as you bond over shared conservative ideals, mocking those who don't align with your newfound worldview.

As the night progresses, you and your friends continue to embrace your transformed identities with a fervor that surprises even yourselves. The once inclusive and open-minded individuals you were have been eclipsed by personas of Southern pride and conservative values. It's as if the fog has not only altered your physical appearance but also reshaped your entire psyche, leaving behind starkly different versions of yourselves -just a bunch of dumb fratbros looking for a good time.

As drunkenness sets in, so does a sense of entitlement born from privilege: believing that because you are men, you deserve whatever women offer them without considering their opinions. You just want one thing. Sex.

With each passing moment spent hitting on various women at the bar comes an increasing desire to bring one back home for some drunken fun – no matter how shallow or meaningless it may seem at first glance – driven by primal urges fueled by testosterone coursing through newly enhanced bodies thanks to this foggy haze surrounding them all night long.

[chadtheroyalidiot]

descendants: book series auradon kids full names [headcanon]

herkie has a last name because i thought since hercules was adopted by mortals, he would have their last name. arabella doesn't have a last name. ariana doesn't have the same last name as audrey because audrey has her dad's last name and ariana has her dad's last name who i headcanon as aurora's cousin rather than a sibling. i also believe that tiger peony's name would be some sort of title because on neverland, no-one except the pirates and peter pan have an actual name, they all seem to have nicknames that best describe them

aziz → hamed aziz aladdin bobolonius III

↳ hamed → arabic → praiseworthy

↳ aziz → arabic → powerful

↳ aladdin → arabic → nobility of faith

↳ bobolonius → ____ → ____

lil shang → fa li xiaobo

↳ fa → chinese → to send; pass; beginning

↳ li → chinese → reason; language; power; capability; beautiful

↳ xiaobo → chinese → little wrestler

derek → derek diamant

↳ derek → english → gifted ruler

↳ diamant → german → diamond

arabella → arabella serafina

↳ arabella → latin → yielding to prayer

↳ serafina → hebrew → fiery; burning; angel

herkie → therimachus tiryns

↳ therimachus → greek → he who fights the wild beasts

↳ tiryns → greek → aunt of hercules

ariana → ariana hélène georgiana valor

↳ ariana → greek → most holy

↳ hélène → greek → shining light

↳ georgiana → greek → farmer; earthworker

↳ valor → latin → bravery; courage

anxelin → anneke-flynn christiana fitzherbert

↳ anneke → dutch → grace

↳ flynn → irish → descendant of flann

↳ christiana → latin → follower of christ

↳ fitzherbert → english/irish → son of herbert

carina → carina marie potts

↳ carina → italian → dear; beloved

↳ marie → french → star of the sea

↳ potts → english → circular hollows in the ground

yi-min → zhu yi-min

↳ zhu → chinese → upright

↳ yi-min → chinese → intelligent; bright

artie → kyduan arthur pendragon

↳ kyduan → welsh → ____

↳ arthur → celtic → bear

↳ pendragon → welsh → chief dragon

tiger peony

↳ tiger → american → powerful cat

↳ peony → greek → praise giving

pin → giuseppe silvestre

↳ giuseppe → italian/hebrew → god will add

↳ silvestre → latin → wooded

opal → opal facilier

↳ opal → sanskrit → jewel

↳ facilier → french → derived from the french world facile meaning easy

bobby → bodhi john hood

↳ bodhi → sanskrit → awakening; enlightenment

↳ john → hebrew → god is gracious

↳ hood → english/scottish → someone who made or wore a hood

crabby → hyde diamant

↳ hyde → english → one who lives on a hide of land

↳ diamant → german → diamond

gordon → gordon diamant

↳ gordon → scottish → spacious fort

↳ diamant → german → diamond

hap → sevrin diamant

↳ sevrin → latin → serious; strict; stern

↳ diamant → german → diamond

cheerful → oslo diamant

↳ oslo → norwegian → meadow of the gods

↳ diamant → german → diamond

bashful jr → patrick diamant

↳ patrick → latin → nobleman

↳ diamant → german → diamond

shy → dennis diamant

↳ dennis → greek → follower of dionysus

↳ diamant → german → diamond

sleepy jr → victor diamant

↳ victor → latin → conqueror

↳ diamant → german → diamond

snoozy → lorcan diamant

↳ lorcan → irish → little fierce one

↳ diamant → german → diamond

doc II → wallace diamant

↳ wallace → scottish → foreigner

↳ diamant → german → diamond

gesundheit → gerhard diamant

↳ gerhard → german → brave with the spear

↳ diamant → german → diamond

[hannahhook7744]

Auardon kids aesthetics part 4;

Here are part 1, part 2, and part 3.

Ariana Rose of the Moors aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant. Suspected daughter of Aurora's cousin, Tulip Morningstar.

James "Jim" Pleiades Hawkins aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant.

Katherine Blake aesthetic. Mostly Canon compliant. (Treasure Planet 2 character).

Pin aesthetic. Mostly canon compliment.

Jenna of Agrabah aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant (Aladdin book character).

Rafi of Agrabah aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant (Aladdin book character).

Salima of Agrabah aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant (Aladdin book character).

Jeanne "Meriem" Jacot aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant (Korak's future wife/girlfriend).

Charles "Chip" Potts aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant (I got the name from 'As Old as Time (A Twisted Tale)').

Carina Potts aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant.