#have a mal and jay drawing planned

[g3othermal3scapism]

messy mevie doodle that i kinda hate before i go to bed 😎 theyre best friends ur honor <3333 *click for better quality*

[saltydkdan]

Hey salty,

First of all, really big fan of your work.

Second, in this frame, I know that the right and middle boisonas are Jay and Mal, but is the left one Joe? If so why is he drawn like that?

Again I'm a big fan and excited for this friendlocke season.

Yes, the tall one is indeed Joe. As for why he looks so different to all the other Boisonas:

I initially designed him as a gag very late at night because Joe didn't have an avatar for my videos. I thought it would be hilarious if he looked VASTLY different than everyone else and well... he became that. Here's the original drawing I made of him, plus a comparison of the final design next to the others.

BONUS BECAUSE I WANNA SHARE: Here's a Pastey redesign I plan to implement into HYHA eventually (alongside a design for Forrest)

[jimblejamblewritings]

heart has his heart | part 2.

Summary: (Y/N) Heart is chosen alongside her friends to attend Auradon Prep. Of course her friend Mal’s mom, Maleficent, has a much more sinister plan than the kids just attending Auradon. Will they be able to pull of stealing the wand or will (Y/N) find herself liking Auradon a bit too much?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“So you guys have a lot of magic here?” Mal asked as you guys entered the dorm areas of the school.

“I mean it exists, but it’s pretty much retired. Most of us here are ordinary mortals,” Ben answered.

“Yeah, ordinary mortals that happen to be kings and queens.”

“That’s true.” Audrey put Ben’s arm around her shoulders. “Our royal bloodlines go back hundreds of years.”

“Wow, really?” you asked.

Both Ben and Audrey nodded, clearly not hearing the sarcasm. The VKs smiled knowing you weren’t genuine at all.

“Hundreds, huh? Call me back when you hit the thousands.” You would’ve stopped there but the look on Audrey’s face was too good to drop it.  

“Carlos? How old is Wonderland now?”

“It’s entering its third millennium in a few years so currently 2,992.”

You could always count on Carlos to be a smart-ass and have the exact answer you needed.

“And the Valley of Hearts was founded when in Wonderland?”

“Approximately two thousand nine hundred years ago. Give or take twenty years depending on if you count its Warring States period.”

“And the Royal Family? The Hearts…”

“Never been usurped once. Only family to maintain rule within a single family.”

“Wow. So two thousand years runs through my veins. I mean, hundreds is cute though… so the dorms would be?”

“That way.” One of the marching band boys said from where he was coming down the stairs.

“I’m Doug, Dopey’s son. I’m taking the tour over from Ben and Audrey.”

“Oh, be careful Doug. It’s Prince and Princess Ben and Audrey. We wouldn’t want to offend their royal blood.”

Ben gave a sarcastic laugh, “okay, okay we get it.”

“A bit much?”

“Just a bit. We’ll see you guys around.” Ben and Audrey walked off.

Doug was very nice as he led you guys through the dorm area explaining the common areas, snack bar and kitchens, the public bathrooms in case you can’t stop all the way to your room. Finally, you arrived at your dorms.

“Everyone chooses singles or doubles. We thought it would be best if you guys had people in your rooms, so you didn’t get too lonely in Auradon. We’ll be happy to give you singles next semester or next year. Jay and Carlos are together. Evie and Mal are roommates.” Doug handed them the keys.

“Unfortunately, there are three girls and we only do doubles so we couldn’t get you all to room together. But one of the Auradon girls did offer to room with you, (Y/N).”

Doug pointed to the door right across from Mal and Evie’s room. He handed you the key before continuing on. He gave out schedules. You guys had the weekend to relax before starting classes on Monday, including Goodness 101 with Fairy Godmother.

You gave a small wave to the other VKs before entering your room to figure out your mystery roommate. The dorms at Auradon were actually perfect, at least according to you. Mal was probably internally screaming across the way with all the cleanliness. It was so light and airy, so pretty.

“I know. I had the same reaction the first time I saw the dorms. Huge aren’t they?”

“Yeah, huge,” you said absentmindedly.

The girl jumped off her bed, setting down the sharpie she was drawing on her skin with. “Nice to meet you. Moetini, Maui’s daughter.”

“Maui? The demi-god? I’m roommates with a demi-god?”

“Eh, quarter-god.”

“Still pretty cool. (Y/N) Heart.” You shook her hand. “Love the drawings.”

“Yeah? I’m testing out tattoos. Not sure what to do first.”

“I like that one.”

You pointed to intricate sun design on the back of her hand. Like father, like daughter. No surprise to you that Moetini would want tattoos like her dad.

“Really? Wicked. Guess it’ll be my first one.”

“Will it move?”

“If I get my dad to do it, probably… do you have any stuff with you?” Moetini looked behind you but saw nothing.

“Uh, they said it would be in the room, but… it looks like my luggage got lost.”

Moetini frowned. “Looks like we’ll have to go get Ben.”

She grabbed your hand and marched out the door. At first when Doug said that an Auradon girl volunteered to share a room with you, you didn’t think it would end well. But Moetini was pretty chill and you were actually kind of happy she volunteered. You followed all the way to what you assumed was Ben’s door. Moetini knocked in such an odd fashion, making a song out of it until Ben opened the door.

“Moetini, what do you want?” You could hear Ben on the other side of the door before he even opened it.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Who else would knock like that. (Y/N)?”

Ben noticed you behind Moetini. “Don’t tell me there’s a problem already. You volunteered, Moetini.”

“Oh, no. We get along great, don’t we? (Y/N)’s luggage is missing.”

Ben scratched the back of his head. “Oh. Well, there was nothing important in there, right?”

“No. Lucky for me I put my crown on. Just clothes and snacks,” you said.

You were glad you kept the picture of you and your parents in your pocket. It was a bad picture, from a broken camera, but you loved it nonetheless.

“Okay. Then in that case…” Ben went into his room before popping back up with his wallet. “I don’t think we’re going to find the luggage, especially since all the others have theirs so just take my card. We’ll consider this part of the program budget.”

“Sweet! Diamond, wow, never held one before. Dad’s only up to the black card.” Moetini admired Ben’s credit card. “This is going to be fun, (Y/N)!”

“Um, no. I’m a villain kid. They’re going to think I stole your card. I’m not trying to get sent back to the Isle on my first day, I’ll just have to figure something out. Probably Evie, you’d be surprised what that girl can do with a bedsheet.”

“We’re not letting you walk around in bed sheets. I’ll just come with you guys, I guess.”

“Are you sure? Shopping up your alley?”

“Not really,” Ben said grabbing a jacket and closing his room door.

“But you need stuff and like you said, we’re not trying to get you sent back to Isle on your first day… just how long do you two think this is going to take? Please say nothing over two hours.”

Ben shuddered, thinking of all the shopping Audrey had dragged him along to. You and Moetini just looked at each other.

“Moetini, how many shops are in Auradon’s mall?”

“Just under 200. A few of them are food stalls, though.”

“Ooh, shopping and snacks… sorry Prince Ben, you might be used to this but I’ve never seen a mall before. I’m about to go wild, especially with this.” You grabbed his credit card out of Moetini’s hand, waving it around and smiling.

“This might’ve been a mistake.”

“Too late now, Benjamin!” Moetini laughed as she dragged the two of you along towards the mall.

You were in your eleventh store. Skin care, handled. Now you were on to shoes and clothes and then you’d head for makeup and accessories. You lost Ben somewhere back in the sixth store so now it was just you and Moetini.

“Look at these shoes!” You were admiring a nice pair of heels.

“Hey, Heart. These ones have hearts on them.”

“Is that too much? Would I be like, too extra for going with the heart and roses motif?”

“Too extra? You’re asking me if something’s too extra?” Moetini held up her arm covered in sharpie drawings, that looked like a real tattoo sleeve.

You looked at the shoes before grabbing them. “If they go with an outfit, then I’ll get them.”

Moetini clapped her hands and you two walked towards the dressing rooms. You were going from the changing room to the little sitting area where Moetini rested back and forth. It was a mini fashion show, occasionally even the store clerks would chime when they thought something looked exceptionally good. You were taking a mini break just to try on shoes when Ben came back with three pretzels and some lemonade.

“Do you girls never get tired of shopping?”

“Shopping like this?! I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it. You sure I can get this stuff?” You stood up and walked around in the heels you just strapped up, testing them.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. You needed to replace your luggage.”

You were having fun but you probably wouldn’t buy everything you liked, or you would at least work to pay Ben off for some of it. You went to sit back down and take off the shoes, they weren’t as nice as the heart ones Moetini pointed out. Ben handed you your pretzel and lemonade.

“Thanks, Prince Ben.”

“You don’t have to call me that.”

“Some people made it clear that titles were important.”

“Yeah sure they are; but, everyone at school calls me Ben. You go to school right?”

“Okay. Thanks, Ben.”

“No problem. So, does you sitting down mean we can leave?”

“Ha. No. We’re just taking a snack break.”

You were back in the dressing room, trying on your last outfit in one of the last stores. The zipper was hard to reach in the back. Normally, you’d have no problem unzipping it but Auradon liked to coat their zippers in something shiny. That also made them a bit slippery and you couldn’t get a proper grip on it.

“Moetini?! Moetini?!” You yelled for the girl but no one responded.

“Do you need something?” Ben asked from the other side of your dressing room door.

“Where’s Moetini?”

“Bathroom, why?”

“I’m stuck…” you muttered.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m stuck in this dress! I can’t get the zipper.” You flung open the door, to show Ben the zipper that was in the one spot your hand couldn’t reach. “See, it’s too slippery to get. I need her to undo it.”

“Oh, I can help you with that.” Ben unzipped it halfway to a point you could reach but without exposing anything as to protect your modesty.

“Umm, thank you.” You closed the door with one hand, careful not to let the dress fall, so you could change.

(Part 3)...

[descendantofthesparrow]

POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P12

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The days leading up to the coronation felt slow and yet they sped by all the same-the vks were getting anxious as the time drew close and while you already knew the ending of this story-you hoped the six of them would make the right choice.

Harry was losing focus in all his classes, his leg always bouncing with flashes of red dancing in his eyes. Gil sometimes skipped his meals, looking sick to the stomach as Friday came closer. Jay fumbled a few scores during tourney practice, and Carlos seemed to hold Dude even closer than usual-red rimmed eyes hidden behind golden fur.

You wanted to tell them everything would be okay, that they would be safe from their parents; but you couldn’t, they had no clue you knew their fates and you didn’t want to risk anything. So you simply offered your smiles and comfort, mostly to Harry; who would always smile weakly and take your hand, squeezing it gently.

Late Tuesday night, the vks were in the boy’s dorm room surrounding the desk as Mal set out several maps and blueprints of the cathedral, and then a map leading from the limo garage to the isle-where they would make their escape back to the isle with the wand in tow-where Maleficent would unleash hell on Auradon.

“Okay, so we all know what this looks like,” Mal muttered, pointing down at a drawing of the wand-the vks nodded, Harry looking down at his map-looking out for anyone that might try to enter the room unannounced-only half listening. “So it will be up on the dais, under the beasts spell jar, Ben will be coming in from here-“ Mal pointed down at the map, creating a path from the entrance of the cathedral to the middle platform where Ben would be crowned king. “-Harry and I will be in the very front, you will all be up in the balcony.”

The vks nodded again, Gil nearly falling asleep-he had hardly gotten any since his break up with Jane. She was fully ignoring him now.

“Carlos?” Mal said, and he nodded, explaining his part of the plan. “I’ll find our limo, so we can break the barrier-and get back on the isle with the wand.” Mal nodded again, now looking to Evie.

“And I’ll spray the guard with this,” she held up the perfume bottle holding the sleeping potion “Two sprays and he’ll be out like a light for an hour,” Evie mumbled, the one she had used on Chad only lasting for 10 seconds. Mal nodded again, ignoring the hesitancy in everyone's voice-once again-they were having doubts. But they had to push through, they didn’t have a choice anymore.

 Mal looked around and everyone nodded-they had a plan, all that was left to do was execute it. Mal sighed, sitting down and looking down at her spell book, flipping to the anti-love potion page. Evie caught a glance and frowned, tilting her head as Mal recited the indication to break the spell on Ben.

“M?” Evie said, confusion clear in her voice. Mal looked up, wondering what Evie wanted. “You want to break Ben’s love spell?” Evie asked, frowning down at Mal. Mal slowly nodded, shrugging as she did. “yeah,” Evie shook her head-she didn’t understand. “you know for, after.” Evie sat down and Harry’s eyes drew to Mal’s spell book-swallowing harshly when he thought of you.

“I’ve just been thinking, you know, when the villains finally do invade Auradon and being to loot, and kick everyone out of their castles…” Mal paused and Jay glanced up at her, holding his tourney stick loosely between his hands. Carlos stared down at Dude, feeling an ache in his heart for what his mother might do to his now beloved mutt. “-and impression their leaders, and destroy all that is good and beautiful.” Mal continued, glancing back down at her spell book-her eyes catching onto a small note Ben had left her that had been slipped between the pages. “Ben still being in love with me just seems a little extra…cruel,” Mal whispered, shrugging as she turned to Evie, who just stared.

Harry stood, Mal looking at him as he did. He closed his map and then tapped the spell book. “Make two,” he muttered, his eyes distant and glassy. Mal nodded, watching him walk out with Gil-not bothering to ask him what was wrong.

She knew very well what Harry was feeling, after all-she was going through the same thing with Ben. “M,” Evie whispered and Mal quickly stood as Evie tried to take her hand, taking her spell book with her as she headed off to the kitchens, she had to make the anti-love potion as soon as possible.

Evie stared after her, her gaze turning down to the piles of paper on the desk, Carlos and Jay behind her, both quiet and doubting their choices.

Later that night-after the lights had gone out and everyone was back in their dorms-not one of the vks could sleep. Jay tossed aside the tourney ball he was messing with and stood, pacing the room-his eye catching the tourney game trophy that was displayed on the shelf between his and Carlos’ bed-the gold shimmering in the moon-light.

Jay stared hard, glancing away and continuing to pace. He didn’t know if he could go back to being a simple thief who slaved away, day and night, for his father.

Carlos turned over at the sound of Jay’s footsteps-his eyes catching onto Dude and reaching out-tugging the mutt close and cuddling him. he didn’t know if he could go back to being a glorified servant for his insane mother. Evie sat up in her bed-seeing Mal was still in the kitchens and pulled out her chemistry test-the first test she had ever passed with just her brain. The B+ stared back at her and Evie sighed, biting her lip. She didn’t know if she could go back to being that ditsy princess her mother wanted her to be.

Gil stared up at the ceiling of his room-his father's words from the day he left echoing in his mind; ‘come back with that wand, and you might finally be worthy of my name’ Gaston had said. Gil clicked his jaw, turning over and seeing a picture of him and Jay-freshly soaked with Gatorade and holding the trophy together-both of them smiling. Harry was at his side, his hair damp after Gil had tackled him and squeezed the Gatorade out of his jersey onto Harry.

He didn’t know if he could go back to being Gaston the 4th-the youngest son, the failure of the three sons. He wanted to be Gil, to stay in Auradon, to hang out with you and Harry-to be safe. He wanted to Uma here with them-he just wanted to be safe.

Harry turned over in his bed-his eyes catching onto a Polaroid picture of you and him at the beach-one Gil had taken-pinned to the cork board on the wall across from his bed. You were both smiling, and in your hands was a pile of sand that contained sand crabs, holding them up to Harry for him to see-he was in the middle of a wild laugh, his hands hovering above your arms-not knowing if he wanted to touch the crabs or not.

He looked at his hook, and then his golden shell bracelet-closing his eyes and turning over in his bed-throwing his blanket over his face and stifling a sob. He didn’t know if he could go back to being nothing but his father’s payment, someone to be passed around with no 2nd thought. He didn’t want to leave you, but he also couldn’t leave his sisters or Uma on that damned rock.

What the fuck was he going to do?

Mal stared down at the cupcake mix, letting her emotions flow through her now that she was alone. She was scared-so scared, and confused; she didn’t know what she wanted. Did she want her mother's approval-the thing she had desired all her life? Or did she want to stay in Auradon, with Ben and her friends-safe and far away from the isle's polluted air.

With Ben, she felt like she was flying above the clouds-free as a bird and able to be just-Mal. She knew if she did go back to her mother-she would be shoved in that little silver cage again until her mother deemed her worthy. Mal knew she would never be worthy in her mother's eyes. None of the vks would be, to them they would always be 2nd best, trash, something to discard when they were done with.

Mal didn’t know if she could go back to that. Mal didn’t know if she could condemn her friends to that again. She didn’t know if she could watch Harry be scared of his father again. She didn’t know if she could watch Gil look small while his brothers and Gaston ridiculed him for being stupid again.

A million thoughts in my head, should I let my heart keep listening? I know, it’s time, to say, goodbye, so hard to let go.

Mal sobbed, a single tear dropping into the mix-the potion now fully enchanted and ready to bake. Mal sniffed, closing the book and turning away, letting herself cry for the first time since she was a baby.

Why was this so hard?

-

You pulled off your helmet, staring at Harry as he tossed his sword and helmet to the floor, along with his gloves as he plopped down on one of the blocks-the rest of the team shuffling out after a mostly successful practice. Harry had really lost focus these last few days, and now he was fumbling through Roar-something that he was always laser-focused on. Now he would stumble, a loose grip on his sword-get caught by the mats and blocks-land wrong and tumble to the floor.

He was frustrated, that was clear to see-and very confused. You knew why-so many thoughts and worries going through his mind-all about the coronation and what would possibly happen. “Harry?” you asked quietly, he had been-distant the last few days, as if he was scared to approach you-to be with you. He had even ditched your date the night before-saying something about not feeling good.

He just hummed, wiping his nose and the sweat from his forehead. “Are you okay? You seem…out of touch,” you muttered, walking over to him and pressing your glove-free hand to his neck-he flinched away and you pulled back, not wanting to overstep a boundary.

“m’fine, jus’ got a lot on me mind,” Harry grumbled, standing and collecting his things-pulling away from your hand as you tried to grab his. You felt your heart break a little, swallowing hard as Harry went to leave.

(y/n); you know I want you.

You whispered out and Harry paused, hand on the door frame with his head turned towards you slightly. He swallowed, a pit in his throat.

(y/n); it’s not a secret I try to hide, I know you want me.

You let your gloves drop to the floor, making your way towards Harry-resting your hand on his back as he tensed up, keeping his head down-hiding his eyes from you.

(y/n); so don’t keep saying our hands are tied.

Harry pulled away from you, coronation day didn’t need to hurt more than it already ways-he didn’t need this-he didn’t need to admit he felt so much more for you than he realized.

(y/n); you claim it's not in the cards, and fate is pulling you miles away-and out of reach from me; but you’re here in my heart so who can stop me if I decide that you’re my destiny?

You caught his wrist, pulling him back towards you softly, trying to look into his eyes.

(y/n); why don’t we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine? Nothing could keep us apart-you’d be the one I was meant to find.”

Harry shook his head, pulling away again and going to another exit-but you jumped in front of him-your hands in the air, pleading to him with glassy eyes.

(y/n); It’s up to you, and It's up to me-no one can say who we get to be. Why don’t we rewrite the stars, maybe the word could be ours…tonight.

You held out your hand and Harry stared down at you, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He shook his head again and pushed past you-leaving the amphitheater. After a few moments of feeling the ache in your chest-you ran after him, leaving your gear behind.

The halls were empty-making Harry easy to find. You caught up to him, about to speak when he beat you to it.

Harry; You think it’s easy, you think I don’t want to run to you? But there are mountains, and there are doors that we can’t walk through.

Harry palmed the pocket watch in his pocket-one from his father-as his golden shell bracelet pressed against his wrist. Harry bit his lip-shaking his head again, he did want to love you-he had long accepted that-but with everything that was about to happen-loving you would only bring you both pain.

Harry pushed open the doors leading out of the school, pushing through residual groups of students and heading out to the forest-hoping to get some fresh air. You followed.

Harry; I know you’re wondering why, because we’re able to be just you and me-within these walls

Harry gestured to the grounds around them, biting his inner bottom lip as he breathed in that fresh Auradon air-filled with the scent of a living forest, feeling the healthy roots beneath his feet.

Harry; But when we go outside, you’re going to wake up and see it was hopeless after all.

Harry disappeared within the trees and you looked around for him-listening for any sign of his footsteps, a flash of blue and yellow within the browns and greens. Finally, you saw him, still looking away from you-but standing still-holding a tree and hanging off of it slightly.

Harry; How can we rewrite the stars; how can you say you’ll be mine? Everything keeps us apart, and I’m not the one you’re meant to find.

Harry began to trek through the forest again, and once again you followed-nearly losing him within the foliage.

Harry; It’s not up to you, it’s not up to me, when everyone tells us what we can be-how can we rewrite the stars, say that the world could be ours-tonight.

You finally caught up to him, jumping down from a rock and landing in front of him-his arms catching you as you stumbled into them-looking into his eyes-that held the same ache as yours-an ache for love, a yearning for you.

Both; All I want is to fly with you, all I want is to fall with you-so just give me all of you!

Harry’s hands drew up to your neck-bringing you so close you thought you might kiss, his breath ghosting across your face as you held his arms, staring into his eyes.

Harry; It feels impossible (y/n); It’s not impossible! Harry; Is it impossible? both: Say that it’s possible!

You began to dance through the forest-pulling each other into your arms and twiring, falling deeper into that chasm Harry feared so much-but not right now-with you-anything felt possible, he could take on the world with you.

Both; How do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine? Nothing can keep us apart! Cause you are the one I was meant to find! It’s up to you, and it’s up to me-no one can say what we're meant to be! And why don’t we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours!

You came to a sudden stop, your faces so close you could kiss simply by breathing, your bodies pressed against each other like they were meant to be like this-like two puzzle pieces finally fitting together.

Harry stared down at you, feeling lighter than air, and then he caught the glint of his golden bracelet-and he stepped back, his jaw clicking as those tears came back to his eyes.

Harry; you know I want you,

Harry whispered-unable to speak above it, the ache in his heart too much to bear.

Harry; it’s not a secret I try to hide, but I can’t have you…we’re bound to break and my hands, are tied.

You didn’t let him leave-closing your eyes and pressing your forehead against his. Harry let out a sigh that almost sounded like a sob, holding your hands that were caressing his cheeks.

“I won’t assume what you’re going through or thinking,” you whispered-though you very much knew what was causing Harry’s turmoil. “but please, don’t shut me out.” Harry stared down at you, then glanced away; whispering under his breath.

“if somethin’ happened at tha’ coronation, and we had ta leave immediately…would ye leave with me?” you nodded, with zero hesitancy and Harry huffed, shaking his head sadly-he thought you only agreed due to the love potion still in affect-but he didn’t know it never took effect in the first place.

You were willing to follow him to the ends of the earth. He just needed to learn that.

“Okay,” Harry muttered, raising his hands to curl them around your cheeks, still not looking you in the eyes. “okay.”

You smiled sadly, leaning up to kiss his chin and then hugging him tightly; you knew how this story ended-you just hoped Harry and Gil picked the same ending.

Harry sighed deeply, wrapping his arms around you and letting himself fall into your embrace.

The coronation was just two days away.

-

“Listen Uma, I know ye think Harry fucked off with some other girl, and yer jealous.” Uma huffed at Harriet's words, crossing her arms and pouting.(she wasn’t pouting, she was glaring meanly while puffing her cheeks)

“I’m not jealous, I mean-it’s not like, I like him or anything, and we were never…together, or anything like that.” Uma made a vague gesture as she spoke-her cheeks warming up at the thought. Harriet just hummed, a knowing look; Harry looked at Uma like she put the stars in the sky and made the waves with a breath.

“uh-huh, either way, Harry wouldn’t just leave ye fer some new girl. Clearly-he’s usin her ta’ get tha’ wand. Like the imp is fer prince beasty,” Harriet raised her brow, tilting her head at Uma who slowly nodded. That…made a lot of sense.

The way he looked at that girl still made her uneasy though-she would never admit why it did, but it did.

“But what if he does like her?” Uma said quietly, and Harriet sighed. “if he does, he does. But I can guarantee he would never abandon ye fer anyone or anythin’, ye have been friends-” Harriet made a sour face at the word but Uma didn’t react. “-since ye were in diapers, nobody could make him abandon ye. Promise.” With this, Harriet stood, staring down at Uma who continued to fiddle with her matching golden bracelet. (that she usually hid below her sleeves or other leather bracelets)

Eventually, Harriet sighed, patting Uma’s head and walking off, leaving Uma in her thoughts.

She knew she was being stupid; Harry would never never leave her behind, he had promised. And he never broke his promises-even on an island filled with liars, thieves, and cheaters-Harry was not one of them. (though he was as much of a thief as she was; pirate n all)

She just had to trust him, and Gil. They knew what they were doing, and as much as Uma hated to admit it-she had to push through her jealousy and let Harry walk his path-even if it diverged from her and led him to another girl. If what she saw on the tv was real-and Harry found someone new to follow-that girl better hope she never hurt Harry or there would be hell to pay.

The same went for her boys if they did leave her behind.

-

Harry lifted his chin uncomfortably as Evie measured the length of his neck and then his shoulders and chest. “Ain't the coronation like-a day n a half away? Thought ye would’ve started on these a week ago at the least,” Harry muttered, letting his chin drop again as Evie stepped back, nodding to herself.

“Oh I did,” Evie said with a chirp in her voice, grabbing a scarlet red tail coat embellished with gold buttons and ropes; along with it a pair of dark pants, a dark burgundy vest, and a white high collar button-up, handing them to Harry to try on. “I just need to make sure I had your measurements right; now try it on, I need to see if I have to do any adjustments.” Harry sighed, but obeyed, going into the bathroom and changing.

When he stepped out Evie beamed, clapping her hands. “Aah~ you look so handsome, Harry!” Harry flushed, scratching his cheek as Evie made him turn with a wave of her finger. “Good, good, shorten the tail a little bit-and pull in the waist of the coat and vest-there's a slip on your pants for your hook just so you know,“ Harry nodded, freezing as Evie’s hands landed on his back, pulling and tugging at the vest and coat. “pants are perfect, I have a pair of boots for you to wear as well, undershirt fits well? Any tightness? Pinching?” Harry moved his arms and shook his head; he could breathe easily enough and move just fine. “Good good, just the tailcoat, and vest then, okay you can change back.”

Once again Harry did as asked and changed back into his day clothes, folding the suit over his arm and handing it back to Evie, slipping on his shoes as she muttered to herself. Harry stood awkwardly with his hands in his pockets as he waited, unsure of what he was waiting for-but he waited.

Finally Evie turned back around, a smile on her face. “thank you!” she chirped, nodding back towards her door. “that’s all I needed,” Harry nodded, turning and about to walk out-stopping when he was about to open the door.

“Evie?” Harry asked quietly, turning back to the blue haired vk. She hummed, scribbling something on her sketch pad-a lavender marker cap in her mouth. “tha lass, the potion didn’t fully affect her, right?” Evie nodded. “so-If she were ta’ agree to run away with me in case something goes wrong at the coronation, would that be from the potion or would tha’ be her truth?”

Evie slowly looked up at him, blinking. She opened her mouth-letting the cap drop into her hand and she tilted her head. “did you ask her to run away with you Harry?” Harry shrugged, nodding his head back and forth as he did. “i-I was jus’ wonderin’” Harry muttered and Evie frowned, licking her lips.

“Well, I’m not really sure, but since she only had her feelings amplified instead of fully created by the potion; it’s a solid theory that her words and actions are based on her desires for you. So, I would assume that yes-she would be willing to run away with you when we take the wand.” Harry nodded again; his ears now pink. So you did mean it, you did mean you would follow him to the ends of the earth.

But he still was going to give you the antidote-and he hoped you would trust him long enough so he could get you far away from the villains destroying Auradon.

He hoped Uma would like you-Uma was his first love and best friend, he didn’t know what he would do if she hated you.

“Thanks,” Harry muttered, giving Evie a small smile and Evie smiled back, watching Harry walk out and then going back to work.

It was less than two days to the coronation.

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How Each Descendants Character Would Be As the Mastermind (Danganronpa AU)

Mal- If she were the mastermind, she would be less of a gremlin than I establish her to be in my previous Danganronpa AU post. She would have to be Descendants 1 Mal, coyly pulling everyone's strings but never seeming obviously antagonistic towards anyone. Like, she would use manipulation and passive aggression, but no clear bullying or accusations. Also, the whole thing was probably her mom's idea, and she's doing it to earn her mom's approval. That is to say, bringing down the other Ultimates was her mom's idea; the killing game itself was really hers, and she was happy to tell Maleficent of her plan until she realized she was actually going to have to do it. Her actions are being closely monitored by Maleficent at this point, so even when she feels quietly guilty about what she's doing to her classmates, she doesn't feel at liberty to do anything about it; she already made the mistake of giving her mother access to her class, and now she's just stuck in this plot. She does enjoy some of the deaths, violence, and conflict. If someone dies in a way she finds funny, she will fully have to leave the room so she can laugh without drawing attention.

When she gets found out as the mastermind in the final trial, she puts on an evil smile and gloats and mocks everyone, but she really is not happy to lose her friends. Maybe Jay remembers something she said early on that was actually a subtle warning or hint, but she still was helping Maleficent with the killing game at every step, and it's still her fault it happened. Maybe she gets a laugh-cry in, for old time's sake. Basically, she's tormenting herself almost as much as she's tormenting them, and Maleficent is behind a lot of it.

Evie- She would make a pretty sad mastermind, I think. She's not doing this because she likes it. She has some ideology that she's trying to promote or some end that she's working toward. She loves all of her classmates and hates to see them hurt and turning on each other. I feel like, in an actual Danganronpa game, this would be a case of "something something despair" being the full explanation. Just, she fell to despair at some point and felt called to share her despair with her friends and the world, out of some warped version of charity. She's very good at convincing others to join her cause; she definitely has a whole movement behind her.

When the class finds out that she's the mastermind, she lets them yell and protest. She just stands there with a sad look while they demand why she would do this. When they let her explain herself, she is quiet and miserable but unyielding. She fully believes that this had to happen; otherwise, she wouldn't have done it.

Don't get me wrong, I can imagine a version of mastermind Evie who is enjoying herself, but this is the version I most readily picture.

Carlos- He is a mastermind who is either having a ton of fun or feels nothing. He has the tech skills to pull off pretty much all of this himself. I think I best see him as a more stoic, Izuru-like co-mastermind with someone who's having more fun, so this could be a Mastermind Jaylos situation, or Carlos and Mal. Mastermind Carlos and Evie would be a situation where neither of them is having fun, but Evie believes in what they're doing and Carlos believes in Evie.

If it is a scenario where he enjoys being the mastermind, though, I see it having vibes of "genius who was never challenged enough finally doing something he finds engaging". Operating Monokuma, controlling all the contraptions in the school, running the broadcast, and all while being a participant in the game and interacting with everyone. His shyness isn't an act; he does get flustered being around them all, and he has to be careful not to accidentally say something he isn't supposed to know, and he is fully aware that they could kill him at any time. But he finds that kind of thrilling; with his intellect, he has never had to deal with the possibility of failure like this. When he's discovered as the mastermind, he rolls up in dalmation clothes and black and red sunglasses, laughing that they actually figured it out.

Jay- He would be a pretty laidback mastermind. He's the type of mastermind who would go, "Jeez, you guys are boring me. Can we skip this part already?" But he'd say it with a smile on his face. I feel like he is similar to Carlos, in that he thought up the killing game just to have some enrichment in his enclosure, so to speak. He's a smarter guy than he gets (or seeks) credit for, and he has a lot of unprocessed issues. With his looks and people skills, he can easily trick people into helping him set this up.

On the surface level, I think when he is revealed as the mastermind, he presents himself as enjoying the violence for its own sake (similar to Mal), but really, I think his reasons for doing it could be related to his plotline in Descendants 1: overcoming his "me vs. us" thing, practicing teamwork, and more broadly coming to terms with the idea that the world doesn't have to be an inherently combative place that is out to get him. If Jay in the Danganronpa universe has the backstory that I gave him in that other post, he could easily have come to the same survival mindset where selfishness is the only way to survive, and after spending some time at Hope's Peak and having this worldview challenged by these incredibly brilliant people who he's now built relationships with, he needs to see, once and for all, if cooperation can win out over conflict. If the world isn't dog-eat-dog, then they shouldn't kill each other, right?

He was curious what they'd do. They didn't fully disappoint him. The survivors who didn't kill anyone, plot against anyone, or get killed all interest him. But in the long run, they didn't prove that they wouldn't kill each other, and he didn't prove that they all would. It's a lukewarm result. What's he supposed to do with that? Well, all that's left is to give them the choice of whether or not to kill him. They've won the game, their friends are dead because of him. But they're free to go. All they would get out of killing Jay is vengeance. Will they do it? (If they vote to kill him, he won't actually let them; he'll just mysteriously disappear with his adversarial worldview reaffirmed. If they vote not to kill him, then he has some things to reevaluate. Maybe these people really are his friends! He doesn't even mind that they think he's kind of a monster.)

Uma- This could be a case of her mind just breaking from having gotten through so many horrible situations unscathed, causing her to almost compulsively start to engineer worse situations for herself out of survivor's guilt or some other self-destructive urge. Or it could be spite; maybe she's tired of the weird social darwinism with which the Danganronpa universe treats talent and wants to show the "normal" people of the world that Ultimates really aren't so special. So, Option A- she's gone through so much that she feels invincible, but in a bad way, and has become so inured to catastrophe that she has to find some limit to her talent, and she's using this elaborate killing game to do it; Option B- she hates how the Ultimates are placed on a pedestal over everyone else and feels like she's giving something to the broader world by exposing their flaws.

Harry could either be in on the plot from the beginning (like Mukuro), be told about it during the killing game and join her, or find out when everyone else does but joins her anyway because she's the one he's closest to. Or he died during the game, worsening Uma's survivor's guilt or making her cling more tightly to her conviction that she's making a noble sacrifice. (If he or Gil dies in the killing game, she is absolutely wrecked emotionally.)

Harry- Okay, there's a yandere option and an angsty option. Yandere option: He's the mastermind because he knows that Uma is the Ultimate Survivor and he wants to see her triumph over all the other Ultimates. Maybe he didn't think they respected Uma's talent enough when they were in class together, so he thought of a "fun" way for Uma's talent to shine over theirs. (As the Ultimate Assassin, he can get very creative, as far as ways to kill people. They didn't just give him that title because of his weapon proficiency; he has great planning skills.) He has full faith that she will survive the killings, and his ultimate plan is for some fire or explosion to destroy the building after the final trial, which he is also certain that Uma will survive. ("What about the rest of us?!" one of the other students demands. "Best of luck!" Harry answers, with a grin.)

Uma would be shocked when all of this gets found out in the final trial, and after he gives a very yandere speech to her, she pretends to go along with him but then puts an end to his plan and keeps him pretty much on a leash. He's cool with it; he's proven his point, and really he didn't expect her to be willing to kill them all.

That's one all option. The other option is that actually he's only the "mastermind" in the scheme of their class; really, he was hired by some third party before school started, to assassinate them all. He still was the one to come up with the killing game, because he's still ridiculously creative about his kills. He joined the class with the intention of doing this but struggled with this decision when he made friends with Uma and Gil. He went through with the plan but does everything in his power to protect them and feels really bad about the whole thing.

Gil- Himbo mastermind. Just conceptually, I already love it. This could be because of a worldview inherited from his father (and this is about to be wildly stupid, so buckle in). Like, his strongest human connections always came with an element of sport or competition, and he was never allowed to express emotion or fondness outside of those contexts, so when he finds himself really loving his classmates, his only way to fully express the emotion of it is by making them fight.

Okay, so there was that idea. He could also be co-mastermind with someone else, which I think makes sense; he fits well into "cheerful henchman" territory, and while he is capable of hurting people, I don't think the killing game is something he would come up with or set up on his own, in most scenarios.

Although, invoking the Obfuscating Stupidity trope and making him someone who can inspire enough loyalty to get others to help him set up the killing game by acting as a himbo does seem pretty cool. Like, a version of Gil who is genuinely chill and cheerful and fun to talk to, but he also easily comes up with the killing game and has no problem setting it up, so he can watch his good friends fight all around him.

I think any version of mastermind Gil comes with some cognitive dissonance as to his own culpability. Either it's a matter of him not being the one to personally kill the others, so it's not his fault, or it wasn't his idea to do the killing game, so it's not his fault, or it's really just the circle of life and animals kill each other in nature all the time so there's no reason to get too bummed about it. Yeah, he'll miss his murdered and executed friends, but it happens. "Why the long faces, guys? At least the rest of us are still alive."

Ben- I feel like this would also probably be a case of mind break. He's the Ultimate Moral Compass for a reason; if he's behind the killing game, something has happened to drastically warp his mental state to the point where he thinks he's doing the right thing, similar to Evie and Uma. He would be a very earnest mastermind; whatever logic led him to think that this is what he needed to do, he believes in it fully, and when he is revealed as the mastermind, he is serious about trying to make the others understand why this was right and good. He really does care about his friends! He hates that they think he enjoyed doing this.

Audrey- I immediately think of a Queen of Mean situation. I feel like that would be her vibe as the mastermind. Very "Bow, peasants!" But it took magical brainwashing to get Audrey into that mode in Descendants 3, so what would get her there in the Danganronpa universe? It could be a situation where Evie fell to despair but didn't go out of her way to spread it; she just despaired quietly and channeled it into her work as Ultimate Fashionista. But Audrey, as the biggest fan of her fashion line and a princess who was already kind of on the edge emotionally, feels Evie's despair through her work and is also thrown into despair, and she's way more...proactive...about it. And she has the resources of her whole kingdom at her disposal to share that despair with her Hope's Peak besties.

Or maybe it's not related to Evie at all. But I do think she'd have to be brainwashed to go Queen of Mean.

Otherwise, as a brainwash-free mastermind, she would be very prim and a lot like Sonia in SDR2; she's bubbly and sheltered and into dark topics. Human consequences barely register to her, because she was raised as royalty, and lives are just pawns.

Chad- I feel like if he were the mastermind, he wouldn't participate in the game as an actual player; he would watch arrogantly from the sidelines and enjoy the show. The participants wouldn't meet him until the end. From the perspective of the audience, he would be very visible, in that he would be the host and have Kuzko-style interstitials where he talks about the participants over a freeze frame and makes fun of them. The killing game is his way of proving his superiority and earning the world's attention. He isn't smart enough to get all of it done on his own, but he's rich; he can afford to hire smart people to make his vision happen.

He would basically be Junko's queen persona. I don't even know if he would bother to make it a secret from the participants that he's the mastermind; he might have portraits of himself hanging all over the school.

Lonnie- She would be having a blast. She doesn't even mind being found out. She still considers all the participants her friends, and she is super companionable with them. "Wasn't that fun? Come on, I kept it fun for you guys, didn't I?" She definitely had some reason for doing all of this, and I feel like it would be a situation where some worse thing was going to happen otherwise. Like, maybe she was tasked with killing all of them (again, by some third party) but decided to do this instead; maybe someone hired her to kill them, not fully grasping that a skilled swordsperson is not the same thing as an assassin, and she pretty much just went "lol sure" but did the killing game instead. Internally calculating that if she doesn't agree to kill the Ultimates, her employer will just find someone else to do it, so she may as well set up a fun competition where their lives are enough on the line to satisfy her employers while they still have a fighting chance and she gets to enjoy the sport of it all. Or something like that. Basically, it's a combination of a guaranteed worse outcome and her thinking a killing game could be cool.

Jane- I feel like this would be an inferiority complex type of mastermind. Kind of like her outburst at the end of Descendants 1; she feels less special than everyone else, so she seizes power over them. She has the organizational skills to pull it off. I think she'd be a Laughing Mad mastermind. Like Chad, she has no larger reason for doing this. Unlike Chad, I think she would remain a participant even as the mastermind. As soon as she is revealed, she might launch into some rant about how all the Ultimates think they're so great but don't have the basic overall competence that normal people have.

Doug- I almost want to say that he would also be an inferiority complex type, but thinking about his character, I think I see him being more like, "I surprised you, right? You didn't expect that?" Idk, despite the way I tend to think of the character, his actual in-canon vibes are more "Well, that just happened 🙃" than anything, I think. Like, he would calmly admit to everything once they accuse him, like, "Yeah it was me. And the results were fascinating!" He isn't really a chummy mastermind or a sad mastermind or a broken mastermind. This was pretty much a science experiment to him.

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. After “I write sins not tragedies”. Mal and Ben throw the Hook’s out of the cathedral and into the street)

Mal: and don’t come back!

(The Hook’s scarper away)

Mal: well that was fun.

Ben: yeah it was-hold on

(He’s noticed movement at the office door. So he marches inside the office and drags out a struggling Verna. He throws her on a pew, binds her in chains and points his sceptre at her threateningly)

Ben: what the hell are you doing here?

Verna (dissolving into tears): please don’t-please don’t kill me

Doug: can you give us one good reason why we shouldn’t?

Verna (now outright bawling): NO!!!!

Ben: why did you do it?

(Verna doesn’t answer)

Ben: ANSWER ME!!!!

Verna: he. He. Heaskedmeto!!!!

Mal: not the island. Why did you desert?

Verna: iwizared

Mal: what? Speak up

(Verna mumbles unintelligibly)

Ben: oh I’ve had enough of this.

(He pulls the chains off Verna, throws her to the floor, uses magic to painfully straighten her spine into a kneeling backwards position and rips her aorta out of her chest)

Ben (speaking into Verna’s aorta): answer us

Mal: why. Did you. Desert?

Verna: I was scared. Of what would happen if they got their hands on me

Doug: when you say “they”. Do you mean us. Or them.

Verna: yes

Evie: I say we kill her. Doug you’ve got Excalibur. Lop her head off

Ben: no. Deaths too good for her. Mal what do you suggest we do with her?

Mal: can I? Thanks. Alright, listen to me. Walk straight back to the palace. Through the war, the carnage and the chaos. Go straight to the library and search for places my father could be. If you diverge, divert or get distracted, I will know. And you’ll have all of us to answer to. Understand? Good. Now go

(She flicks the aorta back into Verna’s chest and the disgraced Fae hobbles out of the cathedral and back to the palace. This is when “to the fairies they draw near” happens. After the song. Jay and Carlos burst in)

Jay: you found Verna?

Carlos: where was she?

Evie: hiding in the office like the coward she is.

Carlos: is she under arrest or-?

Ben: um. Custody. I guess

Carlos: alright then I guess that’s something. Hey, mom, did they tell you abou....

(Everything turns grey and Carlos collapses into Jay’s arms)

Mal: oh my god!

Ben: are you okay?

Evie: Jesus Christ

Doug: what happened?

Jay: Carlos? CARLOS?! Are you alright?

(The colour returns and Carlos jumps right back again)

Carlos: WHEEEEW!!!! Headrush. Doug could you be a pal and scan me please? I think my bio dad just passed us

Doug: looks like your right. I’m getting acute traces of ass transmogrification potion

Mal: the what now?

Doug: you know. Pleasure island. Coachman. Donkey potion in the beer.

Mal: ohhhh

Evie: so. A demon who turns juvenile drunkards into donkeys for shits and giggles just drove past us?

Doug: apparently

Evie: does he know we’re in here?

Ben: no. The Cathedral’s invisible to naked eye.

Jay: we should still probably get out of here though. How would it look if we led the charge but spent the rest of it cowering inside a church?

Mal: good point. Let’s go.

(The six of them head outside)

Evie: oh. Idea! I have an idea!

Mal: congrats(?)

Evie: who has the ember?

Mal: me? I think. Ah. Here it is.

Evie: give

(Mal throws the ember to Evie)

Evie: thanks

Doug: what is your idea but the way?

Evie: I don’t know. All I know is I have a plan. And I’m going to hate it. But. I have. A plan.

Doug: be careful

Evie: I’ll try.

(They kiss. Then Evie teleports out of the barrier encasing the cathedral)

Evie (holding the ember in her hands up to her lips): take me to him.

(The others watch as Evie shoots up into the sky and disappears into the clouds)

Carlos: she’ll be okay.

Doug: I know she will. But if I’m right and she’s going where going where I think she’s. Then it’s not her we have to worry about.

Jay: what do we do next?

Mal: you, Carlos and Doug go to the forest. Fight and/or kill whoever tries to kill you. Ben you go back up to the palace and

Ben: no. No way. Absolutely not. I’m not leaving you again. Ever.

Mal: I know. And if this was any other situation I wouldn’t want you to. But you’re the king. You’re way too important. She wants me. And that’s exactly what she’s going to get.

Ben (thickly): okay. But I know things. I can sense you. And the moment that I think you’re in trouble

Mal: you’ll come screaming into the fray, claws and mane blazing. I wouldn’t expect anything less. That’s who you are. But right now. I need to do this myself. Please?

Ben: alright

(They kiss. And Mal teleports away. Just then. Lonnie trundles in on a cross bike)

Jay: where’d you get the bike?

Lonnie: it’s Mal’s. I gave mine to Anthony. Oh. We love our new magic by. Whose idea was it?

Ben: Mal’s. And don’t get to it. It’s only for the fight.

Lonnie: naturally

Doug: where’re the others?

Lonnie: Jane flying around the outskirts keeping the barrier intact. I don’t know where the rest are though.

Carlos: head to the forest. We’ll meet you there in a bit.

Lonnie: Rodger Dodger.

(She turns around and speeds off)

Carlos: Doug I think it’s time to summon the zombies. I’ll summon Chernabog. He’s got the fuel.

Doug: oh boy. Here we go.

(He draws Excalibur and imbeds it into the ground up to the hilt)

Carlos: Chernabog. Vieni da me. ORA.

(Immediately. The black cauldron appears in the split ground and Chernabog materialises in midair holding four, slightly mouldering corpses)

Doug: put them in the cauldron

(Chernabog unceremoniously drops the four corpses into the cauldron. 30 seconds later. The reanimated forms of Grimhilde, Lady Tremaine, Gaston and Shan Yu crawl back out)

Doug: fight your former allies. Protect me and my friends. If you deviate in any way. I will know. Now go!

Carlos: follow them please.

Chernabog: of course sire

(The four corpses lumber off back to the bridge followed swiftly by Chernabog)

Doug: now what?

Carlos: this.

(He teleports them to the middle of the forest whfe they’re greeted by Quinlan Hearts cowering behind a tree)

Carlos: oh I thought we’d find you here

Quinn: please. Please don’t hurt me.

Carlos: oh I won’t. Yet. Now shut the fuck up. I’ll deal with you later.

(He starts wondering around confidently)

Carlos: alright then. Come on out. Father.

(A very ordinary, slightly rotund, man materialises out of the shadows)

Carlos: wow. I expected you to look a little more. I dunno. Demonic. I guess. I have to say. I’m a little disappointed really.

Coachman: oh don’t worry boy. I assure you. Underneath this flesh I’m as demonic as they come. Cloven hooves and all.

Carlos: hm. Fair enough

Lonnie: how is he being so calm about all of this?

Jay: his biological mother is Cruella De Vil. What do you expect?

Lonnie: oh yeah

Jay: good. Now shush. I’m listening.

Coachman: you could join us you know. With your skills and innate magic you could be great

Carlos: I’m already a prince thanks. And I have better parents now so.

Coachman: the immortal prince of a benevolent kingdom. Is that really how you want to be remembered?

Carlos: why wouldn’t I? What are you remembered for huh? Turning innocent little boys into donkeys. I can’t help but feel like you dropped the ball on that one. Or was it a punishment for breaking some sort of code or law or something?

(The Coachman doesn’t answer)

Carlos (absolutely delighted): oh so I’m right then huh? What did you do then eh? Kill the wrong person? Let the right one live? Attempt a coup like Salem Saberhagen? Because I’m inclined to choose the third one. I’m right aren’t I? I am right. Aren’t I?

Coachman: a mixture of all three. Popes can be such a tricky business when not approached correctly.

Carlos: of course. Are you the one who helped Maleficent kill frollo?

Coachman: That was my handiwork yes.

Carlos: good job.

Coachman: I was hardly going to let him become your father now was I?

Carlos:....alright. That’s enough talking. Now

(He shoots up into the sky as Jay, Lonnie and Doug send blasts of magic at the Coachman. On the RLS Legacy. Evie’s just landed on deck in the middle of Gil and Uma fighting the assembled hordes of Shan Yu. Evie promptly joins in)

Evie: Gil I need your help!

Uma: HE’S A LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT!!!!

Evie: JUST POINT ME IN THE DIRECTION OF THE HAWKINS GLIDER!!!!

Gil: Below deck! Where the dinghies are stored!

Evie: THANK YOU!

Uma: WHYDYA NEED IT?

Evie: UNFINISHED BUSINESS!!!!

(She keeps fight her way across the ship to the door to the bowels of the vessel. This is when “light em up” happens. After song. Carlos dissolves the Coachman into the ether, changes back into his human form and turns his attention to Quinlan)

Carlos: okay then. Now it’s your turn

(Jay jumps in front Doug and Lonnie, blocking Carlos from their line of sight)

Lonnie: hey. What gives?

Jay: trust me. You don’t want to see this.

Lonnie: yeah I do. It’s Carlos. How bad could it be?

Doug: how biological mother is Cruella De Vil. We need to go. Now.

Jay: hey C! I’m just gonna take Lonnie and Doug back to the bridge. See if the others need any help

Carlos: sure thing Jay. Now. What can I do with you?

(Quinn starts snivelling and begging for forgiveness)

Carlos: shhh. It’s okay. This is no time for tears. You’re gonna need every ounce of water you have. Now. Let’s begin shall we. Hm?

(He uses magic to make vines bind her to the ground. This is when “the devil within” happens. After the song)

Quinn: this is why I ran.

Carlos (mentally kicking himself): oh SHIT!!!!

Queen of Hearts: thank you for neutralising my daughter for me Mr De Vil. I assure you that when your mother returns she will be regaled with tales of your assistance. Of course this means you’ll both have to AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!

(She gets blasted into the trees by a wave of fuchsia light and Facillier steps in front Carlos and Quinn)

Facillier: I’ll take it from here my boy. You take Quinlan to the hospital and go meet your friends at the bridge.

Carlos: but

Favillier: now your highness! GO!!!!

(He wafts the two teenagers out of the forest and turns to face the Queen of Hearts)

Facillier: feel free to surrender at anytime.

Queen of Hearts: oh I’m so scared of a man who cannot use his magic for himself(.)

Facillier: ever heard of loopholes?

(With that he uses telekinesis to lift her up by the neck)

Queen of Hearts: ENOUGH!!!!

(She slams back down on the ground and starts attacking him. This is when “guillotine” happens. After the song. Facillier is about to demolecularise the QOH when Carlos appears out of nowhere and drives his sword through her neck)

Carlos: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!!

(He’s executed her)

Facillier: what the HELL WAS THAT FOR?!?!

Carlos: I believe the phrase you’re looking for is “thank you your highness”. To which I say “you are most certainly welcome dear doctor”

Facillier: I had it handled

Carlos: okay. Would you like me to bring her back so you can deal with her yourself?

Facillier: forget it. Let’s go to the bridge.

Carlos: con il tuo permesso signore. TU SEI il dottore voodoo, dopo tutto.

Facillier: ah bup bup. Shadow man. Shadow. Man. Get it right.

Carlos: se lo dici tu, Uomo Ombra.

Facillier: that’s better

(They teleport out of the forest together. Then Mal’s Id emerges from the foreground and faces the audience)

Id: ‘ello again my sweets. I’m just here to give you a little heads up. See. When Doug saved Evie’s life during Light Em Up. Things started to happen nonlinearly. Now it’s not quite a triptych per se. More like a “quadtych”. Ah hell. You’ll get the idea. See you later

(He snaps his fingers and dissolves as the scene changes to Persey pulling Evie over the railings into Olympus. As thanks Evie immediately tries to punch Persey in the face. Which leads to them holding her by the neck over the railings)

Persey: let’s get one thing straight little miss. You don’t punch someone when they’re helping you not to plummet to your death. Understand? Good.

(They drop Evie onto the throne room floor. And Evie starts to force choke them. Persey is completely unaffected)

Persey: oh you just don’t get it do you?

(They telekinetically slam Evie into a pillar and travel up her to the ceilingless sky)

Persey: I. Want. To help. You. But I can’t do that if you keep attacking me now can I?

(Evie shakes her head)

Persey: good.

(They set her down on the floor)

Evie: it was you wasn’t it? You convinced him to leave again didn’t you?

Persey: well if it makes you feel any better. I didn’t enjoy having to ask him to come back here. But I needed his and Hadie’s help with the coup.

Evie: coup? What coup? And what am I wearing? And what are you wearing?

Persey: six minutes. That’s how quick it took you to focus on the clothes. Six goddamn minutes. Congrats(.)

Evie: thank you.

Persey: not a compliment. Now in answer to your questions. Olympus is ours now. And the clothes and absence of weapons is a failsafe to discourage infighting during family meetings. It’s also why the Glider stopped working when you entered the airspace. And not. The failsafe has never worked. Any other questions?

Evie: not right now no.

Persey: good. Would you like a drink? We have excellent vermouth here. Just don’t ask for the absinthe. We used it to kill Hera.

Evie: you killed Hera?

Persey: what? She refused to be locked up and she ineikyed our family. We had no other choice.

Evie: not my family.

Persey: oh for chrissakes. Are you really still on that?

Evie: it’s true. And don’t you dare tell me otherwise because

(Hadie teleports in with an empty goblet in hand)

Hadie: do we have anymore whiskey? I’m trying to make a cocktail cloud.

Evie: the world’s going to shit and he’s trying to become a mixologist. Typical.

Persey: everyone has their own way of dealing with things sis. I take charge. Hadie gets drunk. Mal breaks down. You bury your head in the sand.

Evie: has anyone ever told you that you’re a massive drag?

Persey: nope. You’re the first

(Evie chuckles mirthlessly)

Persey: ooh. There it is.

Evie: What?

Persey: that smile of yours. It’s at forty right now. But I bet I can get it up to an even hundred.

Evie: why would you do that?

Persey: because I’m the first born. It’s my job to entertain the littluns when everything’s going to shit. So c’mon missy. Crack a smile.

Evie: forgive me if I don’t. I just want answers.

Persey: and you’ll get them. In due time. But seeing as this is essentially a mini family reunion. I say we party. Hadie! HIT IT!

(Music starts playing out of nowhere. This is when “the ballad of Mona Lisa” happens. After the song. Evie takes the goblet from Hadie, downs it in one and blows out a stream of indigo flame that hurt barely misses the globe in the middle of the throne room)

Evie (hoarsely): what the fuck was in that thing?

Hadie (shrugging): Volcanic Voice Killer. Why?

Persey: because she’s only half god little brother. So maybe godly drinks mightn’t be good for her mmkay?

Hadie: ohhhh. My bad.

Persey: yes. Very.

Evie: is there anywhere I can sit? I just need to, uh, rest a minute

Persey: the throne made out of ocean pearl.

Evie: thanks. Why that one?

Persey: it was our uncles. Poseidon’s. Figured you may as well get used to it since, hopefully, you’ll be around a lot more once this is all over

Evie: yeah, well, don’t count on it. When we win. I’m never stepping foot in here again.

Persey: I understand. But are you sure?

Evie: sure about what?

Persey: that you’ll be better off without us? I mean. Yeah. The grass is greener etc and so forth. But. It’s pretty damn green here as well.

Evie: I don’t need this. And I don’t want it.

Persey: yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all before

(This is when “the other side” happens. After the song. Hades and Persephone teleport in)

Evie: YOU!

(She launches herself at her fathers throat, intent on ripping it out but Persey and Hadie hold her back)

Persephone: so this is Evie.

Persey: yeah.

Persephone: Wow.

Persey: oh yeah.

Persephone: did you tell her why you did what you did?

Persey: yes. It didn’t help.

Persephone: I see. Let her go. I want to talk to her.

(Persey and Hadie let Evie go. Evie promptly stalks over to the railing. There’s a flash behind her. And suddenly the whole entire throne room is awash in glittering golden light. She turns around and sees that the Olympian Globe has expanded to fill the large throne room and at least ten miles past in all directions past the railing)

Evie: what the hell is that?

Persephone: the Olympian Globe. It allows us to see what’s going on in the world at any given time.

Hades: it also gave Odysseus a lot of trouble back in the day. But hey. That’s what you got back then when you didn’t make the appropriate sacrifices after a major win.

Evie: why is it so big?

Persephone: it’s the world dear. Did you expect it to be small?

Evie: well. SmallER

Persephone: oh. Well more fool you then. Now. Keep your eyes focused on the centre or you’ll hurl something frightful.

(The Globe starts spinning counterclockwise, faster and faster until it’s nothing but a blur)

Evie: what’s happening? What did you do?

Persephone: showing you what we got put through

Evie: I don’t care what you got put through.

Persephone: well I don’t care that you don’t care. It’s well past time you learned that you’re not the only one that’s been hurt but the Isle’s existence. Stop here.

(The Globe stops spinning and settles on a small green dot. Which zooms forward to reveal a beach boarded by a dense forest and glistening blue water. With a massive skull shaped rock face in the background to the right)

Evie: Neverland. We’re in Neverland.

Persey: more specifically. Neverland 23 years ago. Right on the day that dad and Hadie were put on the island with the villains.

Persephone: otherwise known as the day I lost my husband and my son for 23 years.

(Music starts playing)

Evie: what was that?

Hades: we’d arrived. You see. I had to take charge immediately. Hadie was two weeks old. I had to subjugate lions and hyenas and wolves. That bastard “judge” frollo was in my ear prattling on about how “blasphemous” our existence. Within the first 12 hours Anastasia went into labour with Anthony. And to top it all off. Some psychotic she-sheep called Bellweather tried to start a race riot between Antonine and Clayton. But I did my best. For my son. Because that’s what I had to do. Keep him safe. And tell him who he is and where he comes from. Please tell me you understand that?

(This is when “two worlds” happens. After the song. Evie remains unimpressed)

Evie: is any of this supposed to mean anything to me? Because it doesn’t

(Hades, Persephone, Persey and Hadie heave a collective sigh)

Persey: I really thought that’d work.

Persephone: me too

Hades: don’t blame yourselves. It’s not your fault.

Persey: I don’t blame myself.

Persephone: it’s her fault.

Evie: excus me?

Persephone: you are willingly blinding yourself to everyone else’s pain to focus on your own. How exactly do you think that is going to work out for you?

Evie: I’m allowed. He left me. With my mother.

Persephone: you are not the only one with an overbearing.

Evie: Grimhilde wasn’t overbearing. She was psychotic.

Persephone: yeah but she’s dead. My mothers locked up in the dungeons.

Evie: why are you telling me this?

Persephone: because I don’t think you know my story.

Evie: what’s there to know? He kidnapped you and force fed you pomegranates.

Persephone: is that what Verna’s been teaching you? Holy. Crap. She’s stupid. I left of my own volition. I practically broke into the Underworld. And my dear husband here had to basically slap the pomegranates out of my hand. I hated my life here. I was bored out of my mind. So I left.

(Persephone waves her hand. The Globe starts spinning counterclockwise again, eventually stopping on Persephone’s bed chambers from millennia ago. This is when “paradise” happens. After the song. The Globe starts spinning clockwise again. With Persephone and Evie still inside it)

Persephone: bollocks

Evie: what’s happening?

Persephone: I went too far. You know. Like a wind-up toy.

Evie: of course(.)

Persephone: don’t get pissy with me young lady. Oh this is a good spot. STOP!!!!

(The Globe stops spinning. On the first day of the island. Right when Anastasia’s in labour with Anthony)

Persephone: let’s watch

(A little way up the beach)

Hades: SHADOW MAN! We need towels! NOW!

Facillier: on it

Hades: Greey! Keep her calm.

Morgana: how the hell am I supposed to do that?

Anastasia: aaaarrRRGGGGHHHH!!!!

Hades: how the hell am I supposed to know?

Morgana: that thing strapped to your chest implies that you have a little experience with this sort of thing.

Hades: I don’t know. My minions delivered the twins.

Morgana: and where are they?

Hades: we’ve been sentenced to exile. They’ve probably been confiscated. Holy shit woman. Use your brain. Sing or knock her out of some shit. Just makes sure she keeps breathing.

Morgana:....I think I’ll sing.

Hades: you do that.

Facillier: what’re you gonna do?

Hades: We. Are gonna catch the kid

(This is when “breathe” happens. After the song. Hades deactivates the Globe)

Hades: Anastasia and I raised Hadie and Anthony together. They grew up practically cousins.

Evie: and now they’re sleeping together. Go figure. Jesus Christ this family is full of freaks.

Persey: hey. I’ve got news for you Lil sis. If we’re a freak show. Then you’re the newest attraction. Because out of all of us. You’re the anomaly here

Evie: we’re not relayed. And even if we were. Im the only normal one.

Persey: are you really sure about that? Really?

Evie: yes. Yes I am.

Hades: can we not antagonise your sister any more than she already is please?

Persey: alright alright. Fine. You try getting through to her. But don’t blame me when she gives you a busted nose

Hades: I won’t.

(After the other three have left)

Hades: hey. Why don’t you choose somewhere? On the Globe I mean. It’s easy. Just like a holographic touchscreen. Point at the centre and swipe until you find what you want to see. Then swish your arm to make the hologram encompass the room.

(Evie does what he suggests. She settles on a densely wooded area)

Hades: where are we?

Evie: I don’t like camping. But I did in my dreams. This is the closest thing I could think of seeing as what I actually want to see doesn’t exist anymore

Hades: oh. Neverland. Adjacent.

Evie: did you know? That he used Neverland to make the isle of the lost?

Hades: no. Not until Persey told us at the parliamentary meeting. To be honest. I always thought he’d created a landmass whole-cloth. I never once thought he’d be stupid enough to indulge in necromancy AND override such a clear and unyielding rule

Evie: rule? What rule?

Hades: there some things you should never interfere with. And Neverland was one of them.

Evie: was it like. Sacred or something?

Hades: not as such, no. It’s just really rude to bastardise something that’s meant to be for children.

Evie: ohhhh. Like riverdale

Hades: hm?

Evie: nothing

Hades: ah. Would you like to know anything else?

Evie: no. I just want you to leave me here

Hades: ok.

(He starts to leave)

Evie: no, wait.

Hades: yes?

Evie: is this what it feels like?

Hades: what?

Evie: when everything you think you know. Changes

Hades: oh

(Evie gets up and walks past him. This is when “somewhere only we know” happens. After the song. Persey, Hadie and Persephone come back into the throne room)

Persey: we heard crying. Are you alright?

Hades: I am. I don’t think your sister is though.

Hadie: what happened?

Hades: we talked. And then she kind of just sank to the floor

Persey: Evie. Are you alright.

Evie: I tried. You know that right? I did try.

Persey: tried what?

Evie: to be like her. To be like Mal. But I just can’t do it. I can’t forgive him. I can’t.

Persey: well. That’s fine. Hey dad, mom, Hadie. You guy should probably leave for a bit. She might be having an epiphany. Keep talking kiddo.

Evie: don’t call me that. I’m not a kid. I’m am 18 years old.

(This is when “I’ll try” happens. After the song. Evie heads off in the direction of the library and Hades, Persephone and Hadie walk back in)

Hadie: well?

Persey: I thought I was getting through to her. But then she yelled and ran off again. I think she’s got an inferiority complex in relation to Mal.

Hades: yeah, that tracks.

Persephone: how so?

Hades: back at her house. Mal kept having to goad her into talking to me, and, well, no matter how many times her sister and I told her, just can’t can’t accept that I did what I did to save her life.

Persephone: that does track.

Hadie: so how can we help her?

Persey: I don’t think we can. I think this is something that she has to do herself

(In the corridors, Evie’s walking aimlessly towards the library, muttering to herself)

Evie: try to psychoanalyse me. I’ll burn their throat out. And his. And hers. And his. I WILL NOT BE TAKEN DOWN!!!!

(She looks around, self-consciously aware of being alone)

Evie: now I’m talking to myself. Thank you very much! Is this what you wanted, huh, “dad”? Did you want me to go off the rails? Well, congratulations, you got your wish.

(She grunts in frustration and keeps walking. This is when “way down we go” happens)

[thebluestbluewords]

this isn’t done yet but I crave validation so have some rotten four bickering

*

“Buddy system today,” Mal says firmly, “No exceptions. We need to stick together and keep each other accountable. No shouting, no running, nothing that’s going to draw any attention to us so close to the ceremony.” 

“Aw, and here I had all these fireworks ready to throw at Audrey,” Jay says, tossing whatever toy he’s got up over his head. He’s sprawled out on his back over Mal’s bed, and the toy is going to get stuck in the canopy if he’s not careful. “You sure we can’t have a little mayhem, killer?” 

Mal takes a deep breath. Just because she’s strung tighter than a harp doesn’t mean that the others have to be. It’s probably for the best that they aren’t, actually. Keeping most of them relaxed means that there’s more of a margin for error in her own behavior. “If you cause trouble,” Mal says lightly “I will gut you like a fish and use your entrails for hair ribbons.” 

“Rude. At least let Eves weave them into fabric or something, make a cool jacket out of my skin.” 

“It’s too late to steal my mother’s pattern,” Carlos murmurs, without lifting his head up from the book he’s been scribbling in. “Should’a made this plan sooner. Could’ve gotten tips.” 

Mal barks out a laugh. “Hah! I think your mother might have a few words for me if I started stealing her thing, furball.”

Carlos glances up, flicker-fast, just long enough that Mal can see him roll his eyes at her. “The words being what, that’s cool as hell and you’re going to have to pay a hefty licensing fee?”

Mal loves her crew sometimes. “I was thinking more like, stop right there, you bastard usurper, how dare you infringe upon my style and all that I hold dear,” Mal says, voice intentionally low and dramatic. Appropriately evil, of course, but nothing like Cruella’s actual unhinged shriek. “Or like, just wait until my lawyer hears about this, you little spineless magpie.” 

Carlos snort-laughs. “Her lawyer being what, the only person in the house with enough remaining brain cells to open a law textbook?” 

“That’s the one. You wanna see me in court, loser?” 

“I’d kick your ass in a courtroom. Ad litem, the estate of Hell Hall brings against the estate of Maleficent of the Moors a grievous violation of lex scripta, as it has been established sub judice, and–” 

Mal throws her head back, letting her tongue loll out of her mouth and letting just the tiniest bit of magic flow to her eyes, so that she can glow an inhuman green. “You’ve vanquished me,” she gurgles, through her feigned death throes. “The sacred language has burned the devil out of me, I’m normal now.” 

[stfuimprojecting]

It’s not a date. So Mal doesn’t understand why Evie insisted she borrow one of her skirts. Now, her legs are covered in goosebumps and she’s freezing her ass off in the cold because Jay is late. Because Jay is always late.

Really, she knows better than to make plans with Jay so soon after his shift is supposed to end at Jafar’s Junk Shop. Knows that Jafar will always convince Jay to work past his clock out time, knows that Jay is probably doing it without pay too. Mal knows better. But when Jay had presented the flyer to her, advertising the art gallery’s latest exhibit, she couldn’t resist. So now, Mal is half-huddled underneath a threadbare umbrella, clutching her sketchbook against her chest and shielding it from the rain; even if it means her back is getting drenched.

She’s about to cut her losses and head inside, Jay be damned. When she feels a heavy leather jacket drop onto her shoulders and she’s cloaked in Jay’s cologne. Warm and sweet, like the fires they light on cold days and the cinnamon that Carlos sprinkles onto their hot chocolate and Jay pretends not to enjoy.

“Ya know, umbrellas work better when you’re actually underneath them” Mal rolls her eyes.

“I wouldn’t have needed the umbrella if someone had been on time.”

Jay doesn’t apologize, instead he takes the umbrella from her and holds it above them. His hand rests just above the small of Mal’s back and he leads them to the door.

“You just didn’t want your sketchbook getting wet.”

Mal is still cradling it to her chest. It’s her nice sketchbook. Jay had gotten it for her just because and is constantly nagging her to let him see it. He’ll teasingly grab for it but never follows through, there are some things that are meant to stay hidden. Mal doesn’t tell him what.

Tonight, Mal wants to draw something that she would allow him to see. Pretty and inconsequential.

From the entrance, Mal can already spy some of the paintings, reimagined fairy tales painted across large canvases. One of them looks like her mother. A small but foreboding figure towers over the crowd beneath them, perched high above in her castle. Untouchable. Jay is putting away their umbrella and Mal is tempted to begin the exhibit without him, a little payback for being late. Instead she waits. Savors the leftover warmth radiating from Jay’s jacket and snuggles in before he takes it away.

—

Later, when Mal gets home, she looks over her sketchbook; Jay’s jacket is still draped across her shoulders and the pages are filled with his face. The paintings mere backdrops as Jay takes centerstage. The slope of his nose and the curve of his spine, his broad shoulders and his restless hands. His eyes.

[descendantsramblings]

Game Planner - Mal

Day Six of Fall Week (Sort of just Halloween Week)

Mal x Prince Reader

After finding out Halloween makes Mal homesick, her boyfriend and friends organize an escape room for the Halloween Carnival

——

    “Jay, do you think you could put that key on the second shelf instead of the third? It looks to obvious there,” (Y/n)’s voice rings through the messy room as he closes a lock on a fridge in the room. “We’re recreating Maleficent’s living room, nothing looks obvious,” Jay grumbles, but following the orders of the stressed prince. Evie steps back from her work, smiling at the room, “This looks so much like the actual room. This theme is so fun, everyone was scared of Mal’s mom. Isle kids would love a Maleficent escape room, I think the evil pixie herself would be honored.” The words bring a soft smile to the prince’s face as he messes with a bookshelf, “You mean that? I thought finding the scepter and spell book as the keys might be drawing a line, also the whole, clay Maleficent lizard in the fridge thing.” 

    “It’s not like it’s the real things, and the three of us almost died to get the real thing once. I think it’s fitting, except the whole no magic on the Isle thing. Plus, lizard in the fridge was Jay’s idea and I personally find him hilarious,” Carlos shrugs, putting the finishing touches on a cabinet that held their fake scepter behind it. The prince finally turns back to the group, watching as Evie closed the hidden compartment in the dining table to hide the spell book. “We did set up the code to that as lime, purple, black, purple right? Because if not I need to go back in and fix the coding,” the platinum haired boy juts his thumb over to the table as he speaks. Jay nods, standing on a chair to adjust the camera in the corner of the room, “Yeah, I already messed with it. (Y/n) this thing records sound too, right? Because if not it’s useless.” The prince nods, moving back to a corner to check over their work. 

     After finding out that Halloween started to bum Mal out, something Evie let slip, the boy was set on bringing one of her favorite Isle traditions to Auradon. So, he was thankful to have three other ex-Isle residents with him to plan it behind her back, hoping to help her homesickness in some way. That came in the form of Jay making a snarky remark about making it Maleficent themed, something Carlos and Evie quickly picked up with excitement. So here they were, they’ve been hiding this part of the art building from Mal for a month, preparing for the carnival tonight. “Opening night, are you excited (Y/n)?” Evie’s bubbly voice was matched with her arms wrapping around his shoulders. “In all honesty? I’m horrified of trying to give clues and scared that this might make her homesickness worse.” “Mal was barely ever home on the Isle, you’ll be fine. And Carlos is taking shifts with you, you won’t be alone,” Jay shakes his head, climbing down the ladder, “Anyway, I think we’re officially ready to go get our opening group.” 

     His words send a spark of excitement through the Prince, it’s time. “Los, you ready to go get them?” The platinum haired VK nods, the two headed to the entrance door, the other duo following them. Evie flicks off the lights, leaving the first task of the room ready to go. The entrance to the art building holds a very nervous Jane and Doug, along with an excited Lonnie and Ben, and a confused Mal. “Hey, look at us ‘Los, perfect timing,” (Y/n) beams over at him. 

     “What’s going on here?” Mal raises an eyebrow, looking between her friend and boyfriend and the group she’s standing with. “Well, you said you missed the Isle traditions, so we decided to bring one to Auradon for you,” (Y/n) smiles nervously. “Now if you five will follow us,” Carlos waves down the hall before turning on his heel and heading down the hall, the group and (Y/n) following closely behind. “What is this?” Mal whispers over into her boyfriend’s ear, who just smiles and squeezes her hand in response. “I’m not good with surprises, you know.”  Carlos stops and the prince walks over to his side. “Welcome to Auradon’s first ever Halloween Escape room,” the prince beams, motioning to the door. He doesn’t miss the smile on Mal’s face, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “The theme, escape Maleficent, you have an hour before your magic runs out, putting you under a sleeping spell,” Carlos smiles, opening the door, “To drop the magic lock, you need her scepter and spell book.” “You get three hints, call out for Carlos or myself and we can give you a hint on your current puzzle, team work will get you out awake,” (Y/n) smiles, meeting eyes with his girlfriend again. 

    “Your time starts once we shut this door, so in you go,” Carlos ushers, the Auradon kids spilling into the dark room quickly. “You guys,” Mal’s voice is gentle, “You did this for me?” “It was (Y/n)’s idea, Evie, Jay, and I helped,” Carlos nods. “Thank you,” Mal smiles, pulling her boyfriend into an excited hug. “Of course, now go see if you can avoid the sleep spell,” he gives her a gentle push as he lets go. “I better be able to! I’d hate to be under that again.” 

[vndooms]

tumblr said “what if we made these look just super ugly 😇” so please click to see them better.

anyways: bal wedding content continues to motivate me to finally draw my headcanons 😇😇 i think that since this is the royal wedding there would just be things relatively set in stone, such as the color palette clearly. auradon’s colors are blue and gold, so the royal wedding should be too. also maybe i just love blue and yellow ok........... and i don’t think mal would care to push this point, either, since she’s wearing white (i hate hate hate the purple wedding dress for mal... it’s just tacky). evie is commissioned to design the wedding party’s outfits so mal just trusts her w that aspect, and mal wouldn’t even want this big obnoxious wedding in the first place. like she has a good time but i don’t think she’d be pushing her involvement in the planning of it. i think she’d have her list of demands (small wedding parties, just maid of honor evie and “bridesmaid” jay for her, ben decides on just carlos, doug, and his dad. i didn’t feel like drawing his dad. and she wants to choose the cake w ben. and she wants to help w the menu.) and then she just lets others take care of the rest.

[fuck-you-i-am-spiderman]

Special snippet from my unnamed WIP (title cometh to me pls)

Listen, the rest will be a secret but Sparrow made me feel more confident in my writing and I want to share this one and only snippet because I’m past 3k words and I really like where it’s heading. It’s very rough and I’m trying not to reveal too much, since I want this to be a gift fic. but idk, I’m hyped so have this snippet ft the chaotic trio 😂 (cause yes Mal + Harry + Carlos are friends in this au and their dynamic is super fun to write so yeah!!!! No negativity on the friendship pls)

Mal snaps her fingers, “We’ll need a distraction - Jay has a collection of things he got from Zonkos and Weasley’s,” she stares at him with an almost deadly expression, “so I’m going to need you to get them all.” 

“All of them?” Harry shrieks with a laugh, shaking his head. 

He takes a large step back when Mal folds her arms, raising her eyebrow expectantly. 

"Ah cannae dae that! He'll know somethin' is wrong." Harry throws his head back and laughs with a mixture of panic and chaos, "ah take it back, ye'r fucking crazy!" 

Mal sighs drawing out the words, "I thought you were the King of pranking, and you won't even borrow a few simple supplies," she shakes her head, shifting as she starts to walk away, "Maybe I should just ask Jay to help instead, I mean - he is better at sneaking."

Harry's eyes widen and he all but shouts, "BETTER AT SNEAKING?!" 

Several people turn to glare at Harry, including a very annoyed looking Belle - the Hogwarts librarian, as she busies herself with stacking the shelves. Mal rolls her eyes and drags Harry to a stack three rows down. 

“Ah see yer point.” Harry sighs defeatedly and lets his head rest against the shelf, “how ar we gonna get ‘is shit then, eh?” 

“I can help with that.” 

Harry gasps loudly, his jaw dropping as he spins around to see Carlos leaning casually against the furthest wall. If she’s surprised by his sudden appearance Mal doesn’t show it, instead a proud smirk curves across her lips. 

Harry clutches his chest dramatically, yet his tone is light and playful, "Pup, ya near gave me a fright!” He laughs and edges closer, jabbing his finger accusingly, “Ar yeh tryna send me tae an early grave with yer phantom...izing…?!"

Carlos rolls his eyes in sync with Mal, offering Harry no verbal response as he steps closer to Mal.

“Jay doesn’t keep the stuff under his bed anymore,” Carlos shrugs his shoulders as he says it casually, “Not after me and Mal set off his fireworks from the astronomy tower.” 

Mal hums thoughtfully, a rare fondness softening her smile. She turns to face Carlos fully, his words fueling her determination. 

“Do you know where they are?” 

Carlos flashes her a coy smile, gaze flicking briefly to Harry before settling back to Mal. She returns his smile with ease, her eyes shining just as brightly. 

"We're pranking Chad, you want in?" 

"What did you have in mind?" Carlos asks eagerly. 

Harry scoffs having been silent for all of a few seconds, he steps closer tilting his head in a mocking way. 

"Ar yeh sure yeh can miss class wee 'puff? Ah dinnae want to ruin yer rep."

Carlos rolls his eyes, despite the hint of pink that floods into his cheeks. Mal coughs barely hiding her snigger as Carlos shoots a glare her way. 

"Just tell me your fucking plan."

[godess-ofthe-underworld]

Love Finds A Way

(sequel to “See You Again) (A Harry Hook x reader love story)

Part 5

The six waited for nightfall to sneak out of the dorms.  They snuck down to the limo shed and found the one that brought the vks from the Isle six months ago.  Their plan was simple; go there, get Mal, and come back in one piece.  Hadley prayed it would work but knowing the isle, it will throw them off somewhere.  

Hadley and Evie quickly pieced together “Isle-esque” clothing choices for Ben and Ruby.(I know the link is for Mal so just pretend).  Hadley had meticulously pinned and braided Ruby's hair up so it wouldn't cause any traveling issues on the isle if they had to make a quick get away.  Jay, Carlos, Evie and Hadley just had to raid their own closets to find outfits from the isle.  

They ran down the front steps of the castle.

“ Jay, keys, remote.” Ben said as he tossed Jay the items he was carrying.

“ Wait! Something wrong” Evie ran up to Ben.

The rest stared at Evie waiting for her to do something.

Evei reached up and pulled the beanie down farther over Ben's head.

“There. That's better.” Evie nodded.

“Shotgun!” A small voice yelled from the steps. 

Everyone's, except for Carlos, jaw dropped as they realized the voice came from Carlos's dog, Dude.

“No Dude, stay! The isle is way too dangerous.” Carlos reprimanded.

Dude groaned and sat down on the steps.

“ Did he just..” Jay started.

“ Talk? Yeah. I'll tell you later.” Carlos shook his head and the rest shrugged and got in the limo.

Jay and Carlos took the front seats and Evie, Hadley, Ben and Ruby took the back.

“Okay. Once we get there we park under the pier in the old garage. Got it?” Hadley stated

“ Got it.” 

It took 45 minutes to reach the old broken bridge that would lead them to the isle.  They crossed the golden magic bridge that appeared after Jay pressed the button.  Ruby sat by the window staring in awe of the golden swirls encircling the bridge as they passed.

When they parked in the old garage they draped the limo in sheets to disguise it.

Being back on the isle sent a chill down Hadley's spine.  If her father were to find our she was there, let's just say, all hell would break loose.

“It's really weird being back here” Evie said as Jay walked up to  the two of them.

He looked around “we'll get in and get out” he nodded.

The other two nodded as well.

Hadley hadn't noticed Ruby wasn't by her side until she saw her standing next to Ben at the large metal pipe that lead to the docks.

The vks froze as Being yelled “hey what's in here?” Into the pipe.  The sound echoed, making it louder than necessary.  They rushed over and pulled Ben and Ruby away.

“ You don't want to know.” Hadley said shaking her head.

“ Hey guys.” Carlos caught their attention. “ Keep it chill, all right?  The last thing we need is for our parents to find out were here” the other three nodded and they walked onward, Hadley tucked her hook under her shirt as she followed.

They walked through the Isle for a short while, going through alleyways and dark streets.  Multiple times they had to pull Ruby and Ben away from scammers and thieves looking for loot.  Jay and Carlos took been up front leading the girls through the maze of alleys.

As the rounded a corner two young children jumped out at Evie.  One began to fight with her as another came up behind her and grabbed her wallet out of her pocket.

Evie was able to grab both of their arms yelling at them to give it back.

She paused for a moment when she looked at the little kids faces; dirty and gaunt like they hadn't eaten in w eeks, scratches and bruises littered their small cheeks.  They looked at her with wide eyes and Evie's heart broke at the site. 

“ Go on take it.” Evie nodded releasing their arms.

The kids looked at her and giggled running off with the wallet. 

Evie stood up stairs and fixed her jacket before turning to catch up with the others.  

Jay, Hadley and Carlos had stopped when they heard Evie start yelling, they had yet to realize Ben and Ruby did not.  Evie sighed as she brushed past the others going after the two royals.

They caught up to them as they were being stared down by a man in pirate gear.

Jay rushed to their aid and made the guy back up into his corner.

Hadley and Evie pulled the two away from him, scolding them as they did.

“This isn't a parade it's the isle.” Evie said

“Keep your hands in your pocket unless your stealing.” Jay continued

“ You either slouch or strut.” Carlos added

“And never ever smile.” Evie finished

“Ok than-” Ben started but Hadley 

“No thank yous. And drop the please too.  Just… chill”

(Hadley)

Let me tell you something you can really trust Everybody's got a wicked side I know you think that you could never be like us Watch and learn so you can get it right

(all minus Ben and Ruby) You need to drag your feet You need to nod your head You need to lean back Slip through the cracks You need to not care

(Carlos) Uh, you need to not stare (Evie and Hadley)

You need a whole lot of help (You need to not be yourself)

(Evie) You wanna be cool? Let me show you how Need to break the rules I can show you how And once you catch this feeling Yeah, once you catch this feeling

(all)

You'll be chillin', chillin', oh Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (hey) Chillin' like a, chillin' like a (hey), villain

(Evie) You draw attention when you act like that Let us teach you how to disappear You look like you would lose a fight to an alley cat( Hadley turned into an alley cat and lunged at the two) You gotta be wrong to get it right 'round here

(all) You need to watch your back You need to creep around You need to slide real smooth Don't make a sound And if you want it, take it And if you can't take it, break it If you care about your health

(Evie) Seriously, you need to not be yourself

(Hadley) You wanna be cool? Let me show you how Need to break the rules I can show you how And once you catch this feeling Yeah, once you catch this feeling

(all)

You'll be chillin', chillin', oh Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a

(Ben and Ruby) I really wanna be bad a lot And I'm giving it my best shot But it's hard being what I'm not

(Carlos) Well if you don't, you're gonna get us caught

(Evie) He's right we gotta stay low-key Now show us how bad you can be

(Ben and Ruby) Like this? (yeah, yeah, yeah) Like this? (yeah, yeah) Oh yeah, I think I got this Let's go, I'm ready to rock this And I ain't gonna thank you for your help I think I found the worst in myself

(Evie and Hadley) You wanna be cool? Let me show you how You don't break the rules I can show you how And once you catch this feeling Yeah, once you catch this feeling You'll be chillin', chillin', oh

(All) Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain

Ben and Ruby continued to strut up the alley way as the other stood back and watched.

Things went downhill when Ben bumped into someone.  The others panicked and rushed to their sides.  Hadley stood behind a frozen ruby, as she stared at Gil, Harry's pirate best friend. 

“Hey,man! Hey I know you.” Gil smiled at Ben.

“Uh, no. Don't know you either,man.” Ben said nonchalantly.

“ Uh, yeah you do. Come on, man. Really? Dude I'll give you a hint. My dad is quick, slick, and his neck… is incredibly thick.” He pointed to his own neck.  When no one answered Gill looked behind them and spotted a poster for Cotillion, graffitied with the pirate motto 'we ride with the tide’, pinned to the wall. 

It suddenly clicked for Gil when he pointed at Ben, then to the poster and back at Ben.

His jaw dropped when he figured it out.

“Oh! You're King Ben!” The others rushed to get Ben out of there as quickly as possible but Hadley had trouble moving Ruby from her spot where she stood, still frozen and staring at Gil.  

“Evie, Jay carlos. Hey guys!” Gil said as they left.

He turned to the two that still stood in front of him and froze as well when her looked at Ruby. Hadley freaked out when she couldn't move her.

“ H-hi.” Gil stammered “I'm Gil”

“R- Ruby” Gil lifted his hand for her to shake and Hadley's breath hitched when they did.  She let out a small squeak and tried to push Ruby away again.

“ Hadley?” Gil questioned to the blue haired girl next to ruby

Hadley slowly looked towards Gil and grimaced.

“ Hi Gil.” She said quietly.

“Oh Harry is going to be so happy that you're here!” Gil shrieked jumping up and down.  Hadley went wide eyed and tried to  push Ruby away again, this time it working and Hadley drug Ruby from the alley.

When they caught up to the others, they were waiting around the bottom of the staircase that led up to their hideout, with Ben missing. 

Evie looked around when she heard Hadley and Ruby approach.

“Where were you two?” Evie whispered.

“Long story” Hadley glanced at Ruby who still has a far off look in her eyes.

Evie nodded.

“ Did Ben go up?”

“Yeah.”

Just as Evie responded, Ben can down the metal steps.  His expression screamed sadness and he hit the last step alone.

“ So? Where's Mal?” Hadley asked.

“ She's not coming back” he sighed.

“ What?” Evie gasped as Ben walked past her. 

“ Let me talk to her.” Evie said as she walked over to the large horn shaped phone strapped to a beam.  

“M? Mal it's Evie. Let me just talk to you for a second.”

It was a few moments before a shrieking voice belonging to Mal yelled at them to go away.

“ Let's give her a couple hours to cool off.” Jay suggested.

Evie nodded.

“Hey guys. Where's Ben and Ruby?” The others looked around frantically when Carlos said that calling for Ben in the process.

Their shoulders slumped when a figure walked towards them from the dark alley.

“ Ben don't scare us like that” Hadley breathed up with a hand over her heart.

“ Don't scare you? But that's my specialty.” A thick Scottish accent rang through the alleyway. 

Haldey gasped as she recognized the voice immediately, having thought about if for the last six months.

“Harry.” Evie sighed shaking her head.

“ What have you done with Ben and Ruby?” Jay stepped in front of Hadley.

“Oh, uh, we nicked them, mmm-hmm. Yeah and if you want to see them again have Mal and Hadley come to the chip shop tonight... alone.  Uma wants.. a little visit.  And I need to have a chat with the little goddess over there” Harry sneered pointing this hook in Hadley's direction. Jay stepped even colder to Hadley, who stared wide eyed at the silver hook that was nearly in her face, nearly blocking her from Harry's view.

“ Awww, jay,” Harry pouted “ it seems like you lost your touch” He laughed.

Jay lunged at him but Hadley grabbed his arm stopping him from getting any closer, which made Harry laugh.

Harry turned around, barked at Carlos, and walked back down the alley the way he came, whistling a tune as he went.

The others rushed up the stairs to get Mal as Hadley stood there, in the alleyway watching Harry disappear. 

“I'm sorry Harry.” Hadley whispered sadly as she went to climb the steps.

So much for their plan going smoothly.

Hey guys its Friday again and you know what that means!! Part 5 is up!!!  I hope you liked it, if you did please like and comment for part 6!! As always you can read the illustrated version over on my Wattpad (@phelpsphan)!if you would like to be added to the tag list please message me!!

Summary: You would think that six months in Auradon would do any villain kid good.  Well, not Hadley.  After the events of the Coronation, Hadley's mood took a downward spiral; and for one reason, guilt.  She'd broken a promise and left her best friend on the Isle of the Lost.  How will she handle seeing him again when certain circumstances bring her back to the Isle? Will she finally tell him what she really feels?  

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in Descendants.  Hadley and the plot between her and Harry are mine. 

Tag list: @unded-bride

[jimblejamblewritings]

heart has his heart | part 3.

Summary: (Y/N) Heart is chosen alongside her friends to attend Auradon Prep. Of course her friend Mal’s mom, Maleficent, has a much more sinister plan than the kids just attending Auradon. Will they be able to pull of stealing the wand or will (Y/N) find herself liking Auradon a bit too much?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“This is our one chance to prove to our parents that we can do this. That we are ruthless and vicious and cruel just like them.” You heard Mal as you walked into Jay and Carlos’ room.

“Speak for your own parents.”

“Where have you been?” Mal asked when you fully entered the room.

“Uh, shopping…” the other VKs just looked at you. “What? Auradon Mall has like two hundred stores.”

“Whatever, we figured out where the wand is.”

Mal showed you Evie’s magic mirror. It was showing the museum.

“Great, how are we getting it? This isn’t breaking into a house. The museum has guards and cameras.”

“We’re working on that part.”

“So, I guess we’re going now? Alright whatever, let’s just do this.”

The museum wasn’t nearly as guarded as you thought. It was just one man watching security cameras… with Maleficent’s spinning wheel on display right behind him. Auradon really didn’t think this through. But you guess, in their defense they didn’t expect any VKs to be running around the place.  

“Okay, M. Do your thing.”

Mal pulled out her spellbook and made the guard prick his finger, sending him into a sleep. You turned off the cameras as the others located the room the wand was in. There it was floating and glowing in some blue light. Jay leaned under the railing to grab it.

“Jay, don’t!”

“M, I thought you wanted it.”

“Do you not see the light.”

“Which is just a blue light,” you reasoned. “Nothing else in this museum has any sort of protection but that guard who’s probably counting his seven hundredth sheep by now.”

What you said was good enough for Jay and he reached for the wand. As soon as his hand touched the blue light he sent back and a loud alarm came on.

“Okay, I was wrong. Definitely not just a blue light!”

“A forcefield and a siren?” Carlos covered his ears.

“That’s just a tad excessive,” Jay said getting up from the ground.

“Let’s get out of here!”

You all ran out of the museum before the guard even had a chance to see you.

“Great, Jay. Now we have to go to class on Monday!” Mal yelled as you guys kept running, even when the museum was out of sight.

You were sitting in the newly created Remedial Goodness class. It was just you and the other VKs, no shocker there. Fairy Godmother was standing at the front of the class with a blackboard and some multiple choice questions written on it.

“If someone hands you a crying baby do you: a) curse it? b) lock it in a tower? c) give it a bottle? Or d) carve out its heart?”

What sort of questions are these? It wasn’t rocket science. Evie held up her hand for Fairy Godmother to call on.

“What was the second one?”

You looked at your friend.

“E? You’re kidding, right? You’re gonna lock the baby in a goddamn tower. Mother of the year award right there. It’s C. Give it a bottle.”

“Oh well, the language wasn’t the nicest but the answer was correct again, (Y/N),” Fairy Godmother said.

The VKs looked at you impressed.

“You are on fire, girl! How are you knowing all these?” Carlos asked.

“She just picked the answer that seemed the most boring.” Mal was absentmindedly drawing Fairy Godmother’s wand.

“Or it’s called being a decent person, M.”

“Mmm. No thanks.”

“Okay, then. How about we move on to the next question Fairy Godmother?”

“That seems like a good idea.”

Before Fairy Godmother could ask the next question, her daughter Jane scurried past all of you to approach her mom.

“Hi, mom. I need you to sign off on early dismissal for the coronation.”

“Everyone here remembers my daughter Jane,” Fairy Godmother said as she signed the papers.

“Mom, no.”

“Oh, it’s alright.”

Fairy Godmother pushed Jane in front of you all. The girl squeaked out a measly hi.

“Don’t mind me. As you were.” Jane ran out the room.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” Mal asked. Fairy Godmother dismissed her.

Mal nudged your shoulder and motioned for you to go with her.

“Me too?” You asked.

Because you had been getting all the questions right, you were dismissed too. You followed Mal out the room, hearing Fairy Godmother tell Jay and Carlos maybe they should direct all their pent up energy to the Tourney Field. You and Mal followed Jane all the way to the bathrooms.

“Hi! It’s Jane, right?” Mal asked as you two lowkey cornered the girl. “I’ve always loved that name.”

“It’s very nice.” You added for good measure. You had no clue what angle Mal was playing at but you assumed it was for the wand.

“That’s cool,” Jane said trying to escape.

“Wait, don’t go!” Mal said a little too aggressively. You bumped her slightly with her hip and she switched her tone.

“I mean, we were just kind of hoping to make some friends. You probably have all the friends you need though, right?”

“Hardly,” Jane said sadly.

“Really?” you asked.

“I mean with your mom being Fairy Godmother and Headmistress,” Mal piggybacked off of you. “Not to mention your own… personality.”

“I think I’d rather go for pretty. I mean look at you guys’ hair.”

Mal looked between the two of you. “This? You know, I’ve got just the thing for that.”

She pulled out her spellbook and turned Jane’s hair from a drab bob to really pretty black layers. She took Jane up to the mirror.

“Wow, I mean you almost don’t notice your other features anymore.”

Really, Mal?

“Do my nose,” Jane said excitedly.

“Oh, I can’t. I’m not good at big magic yet and we’d want you to have a really pretty nose. But… your mother’s wand. I’m pretty sure she could do it. We should go ask her.”

Okay, Mal. You were impressed. Her plan seemed to be working.

“She doesn’t want to use the wand anymore. She thinks real magic is in the books, and not spell books. Textbooks.”

“What a rip. You know she used magic on Cinderella and she wasn’t even her real daughter. Doesn’t she love you?”

Geez, M, you thought.

“Well, of course she does. It’s just…”

“Tough love?” you interjected. If Jane felt too dejected she might turn against you two.

Jane nodded. “Work on the inside, not the outside.”

“I totally get it,” you lied. Your mother had taught you the inside meant nothing if the outside couldn’t convey it. Nasty inside was nasty out, good inside was good out. And royal hearts always looked as royal as they sounded.

Jane laughed a little before the sad look on her face returned.

“That’s it! That’s the face!” Mal yelled, startling you and Jane.

“What?”

You caught on quickly.

“Mal’s right. Give your mother one look with that face. ‘Oh mother, why can’t you make me pretty too?’ Give her that exact line and she’s got to crack. Works on my mom all the time.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” Mal said. “I mean isn’t that what old Cindy did and your mom bibbidi-bobbidi-booed her all the way up. And hey, if your mom does come around… mind inviting us to watch?”

“I want to ask if she can do my nose too,” you chimed in hoping you two would seem innocent.

“I mean your face is already perfect…”

“Oh, thanks.”

“But if she does, I’ll definitely let you two know. Thank you so much!”

“Don’t mention it. Just don’t forget to call.” Mal walked out the bathroom.

Jane was about to follow when you stopped her. “Hey, you do cheer don’t you?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You think it’s possible…”

“For you to join the team? We have practice later on today. Come by.”

The cheerleaders were already finished stretching as you approached the Tourney Field. Waiting for you was Jane… and Audrey. That’s when you noticed the letter ‘C’ pinned to her chest. Of course, she was captain. This was about to be a losing battle.

“Jane said you wanted to join. Let’s see what you got.”

You followed from the back lines as they went over cheers and other things. You were keeping up pretty well.

“Not bad. Take a water break and we’ll continue girls.”

You took the break as time to watch Carlos and Jay play Tourney. They were both surprisingly good at it.

“GO Jay! GO Carlos! Let’s go Jay and Carlos!” You cheered from the sidelines. Both boys stopped and turned to wave at you.

“Okay, break over. (Y/N), there’s a few more tryout things you have to do before we decide.”

“Okay give it to me.”

“Can you do a double toe touch? Back handspring? Leg extension? Back tuck? Hurdler? Basic toe touch? Pike jumps?”

“Um… we didn’t really do any of that on the Isle.”

“A simple cartwheel?”

“I can do a split.”

“She can do a split. Looks like that’s not good enough. Do we think so girls?”

The other cheerleaders didn’t say anything against Audrey but they didn’t seem like they completely agreed. Something told you that not everyone on the team could do those things.

“I mean, I’m not asking to be front line. I’ll improve. I’ll take some tumbling classes. I’ll get better.”

“But you’re not better right now.”

“Is there a problem?” You heard Carlos’ voice get as deep as he could make it.

Carlos and Jay were behind you in an instant. You guessed their Tourney practice ended. Ben and Chad Charming came strolling up as well.

“No, guys. There’s no problem. I was just trying out for cheer.”

“Oh that’s great, (Y/N). Between Jay and Carlos on Tourney and you on cheer, you guys are really fitting in here.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Ben. I don’t have the skills.”

“Hmm?”

“No tumbling. I’m not making the cut this year.”

“That’s crazy not everyone on the team tumbles… I don’t think.” Ben turned to his girlfriend. “Audrey can’t y—”

“Ben.” You cut him off.

“I don’t need you fight battles for me. It’s cool. I didn’t make the cut, I’ll just try again next semester. Thanks for the chance, Audrey. I’ll see you other girls later, maybe? Come on guys, let’s bounce.”

You wrapped your arms around both Carlos and Jay, the three of you heading away from the fields and back towards the school.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Eww, Jay you’re so gross!” Evie said laughing as the boy was trying to fit as many chicken nuggets as possible into his mouth.

“Are they always like this?”

“Jay? Yeah, Moe. He’s pretty much always like this.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

You, Moetini, and the VKs were outside for lunch. While Jay tried to stuff his mouth with chicken nuggets, you were dipping them one at a time and eating like a civilized person. Aside from the setting, it was just like being back on the Isle. You and the gang, having fun, doing dumb stuff.

You could hear Chad, Audrey, and Ben talking from above you guys. It was whispered, but you could still hear it.

“Those kids are trouble,” Chad said.

“You guys are jumping to conclusions. We just need to give them a chance.”

“Okay, Benny-Boo, you are just too trusting. I know your mom fell in love with a big nasty beast that turned out to be a prince; but, with my mom the evil fairy was just an evil fairy… that girl’s mother. And with Chad’s mom, the cruel stepmother was just a cruel mom. And I don’t know about you but when has ‘off with your head’ ever been just a friendly saying.”

“Well, in her defense, I don’t think Heart ever said it was a friendly saying. I think you guys are wrong. I’ll see later, okay. I’ve got to see how they’re doing.”

Ben appeared at your table minutes later. “Hey guys.”

“Hello, our trusting Benny-Boo.”

You spared no one from teasing, even someone being nice like Ben. It was a talent you had.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Try all of it. I like to listen to things.”

“Noted. Anyway, I just wanted to see how you all are doing. Especially you, (Y/N).” Ben sat down at the table.

“Me? Why?”

“I just noticed that everyone else has something to do here but you. Jay and Carlos do tourney, Mal does art, Evie has design. You’re doing nothing. I just don’t want you to get lonely here.”

“Ha. Thank you. I have Moetini and these guys I’m not lonely. And I was supposed to do cheerleading if you remember a few days ago. Didn’t work out too well, so let me wallow in my nothingness.”

“You know what I mean, Heart.”

“Do I, Ben?”

“Just give me a hobby you like and we can sign you up for something.”

“Fine, whatever. I like gardening, I guess… what?”

“Oh, I just wasn’t expecting that. I like gardening too.”

“Really?” Ben and gardening was not something you pictured.

“Yeah. My mom and dad are really into it.”

“Beast? King Beast? That’s even more shocking.”

“Gardening, you two, really? Just like old women. My dad doesn’t even do that and he’s hundreds of years old…literally,” Moetini said, making the VKs laugh.  “So, if you like gardening, what’s your favorite flower?”

“Oh that’s easy.” Ben started. “Only the best one out there obviously…”

“A rose.” You and Ben answered at the same time and then looked at each other. “Red ones.”

You and Ben stared at each other before Carlos cleared his throat and Ben returned to what he was going to say. “Yeah, so, um… we have a gardening club I could sign you up for.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“And my mom’s always looking for someone to help her tend roses, if you want. We don’t grow those on campus on account of their reputation for—”

“Being difficult to handle.”

“Exactly that.”

“I swear, if people just paid attention they’d see that they’re not that hard. And the reward is so worth it.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying.”

“Tell your mom I’d be happy to help her.”

“Cool. I’ll see you in class.” You and Ben had four classes out of your schedule together.

(Part 4)...

[nocturna-iv]

001: descendants, 002: Bumarry, 003: Ben for the ask game please ❤️

Hi luv!

About this ask:

And of course!

001: Descendants

Favorite character: Uma

Least Favorite character: Mal

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

Harry Hook x Uma

Ben x Uma

Harriet Hook x Ginny Gothel 

Jay x Lonnie

Jay x Uma

5 Favorite polyships (canon or non-canon):

Ben x Harry Hook x Uma (Ben x Gil x Harry Hook x Uma)

Audrey x Harry Hook x Gil x Uma (Audrey x Ben x Harry Hook x Gil x Uma)

Carlos de Vil x Jay x Lonnie

Chad x Jay x Gil x Harry Hook 

Gil x Harry Hook x Jay x Uma

Character I find most attractive: Harry Hook

Character I would marry: Ben, Harry, Lonnie & Uma

Character I would be best friends with: Ben, Carlos, Jane & Jay

A random thought: Because it’s Disney, Descendants doesn’t touch on prostitution, human trafficking, and violent sexuality and at a very early age that the VK had to live, as happens in the real world in invasions, guerrillas (child soldiers), street children or centers penitentiaries not properly regulated (such as the Isle of the Lost, a prison without guards and any law). But I don’t touch on the subject because it’s something very real and strong to expose it like that with the fandom but due to my profession and work, it’s something that my brain always remembers. Also, I don't like it when people treat these topics just for shock value.

An unpopular opinion: It's visibly awkward that ships and popular characters are mostly white. And I mean in the content of the fandom. Although we talk about the racism that exists in the canon, very few people seek to balance the numbers with new contributions  (whether with content with canon characters, OCs, or y/n). I don't know if it makes sense. But it seems that it is easy to talk about racism but not do something actively to include BIPOC characters (This is why I get excited when I find people drawing Audrey, Jay, Evie, Uma, and others without lightening their skin tone or writing fics with BIPOC y/n or creating things with the BIPOC canon characters as their main characters)

My canon OTP: Harry Hook x Uma

Non-canon OTP: Jay x Lonnie

Most badass character: Uma

Pairing I am not a fan of: Any ship with Mal. Especially Mal canon. And I HATE Mal x Uma, Audrey x Mal and Ben x Mal. Because of the toxic and abusive environment.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): 

Chad Charming.  From the start, Chad, Cinderella's son was turned into... a terrible character. Well, in the beginning, he is intelligent and manipulative, who knows how to use his charm against others. Brilliant. Cool. I can work with that. He may have an arc about learning about his wrongdoing and using his privileges to help others who don't. But no, the character just went downhill and became everyone's joke. 

Also, Ben, obviously. The movies wouldn't exist without him and he became an accessory to Mal. Disney can only write hero and damsel in distress, it seems. Because they do that to Ben. A tool to move the plot. My poor golden boy.

Favourite friendship: Jay and Lonnie. Give me two best friends who constantly joke around, kick each other's butt, compete in even the most ridiculous things, are affectionate with each other and even if they don't plan on it, they spend time together (I'm seeing you Jay and "I'm not going to invite no one to the ball but I'm going to dance with Lonnie all night ")

Character I want to adopt or be adopted by: I'm going to adopt Celia and no one will be able to stop me!

002: Bumarry,

When of if I started shipping it: Technically I answered this here. Also, from looking for Huma and Buma fics, I ended up finding my first Bumarry and... Oh, I got hooked on the idea.

My thoughts: They are my OTPoly (One True Polyship). I love them. Because they allow me to mix the variables and create new scenarios. After all the damage Ben has gone through, I inevitably want to give him the best and the best is Huma. What else can I say? It’s absolute logic.

What makes me happy about them: The devotion, affection, and strength they would have. Ben and Uma are very different leaders who complement each other very well and I could only trust Harry to take care of the two of them and give them the freedom they deserve. Ben is incredibly loving and that's something both Harry and Uma deserve to feel, Uma is incredibly protective and Ben needs that backing to rule and Harry needs that to stay alive every 5 seconds. Harry's loyalty is unprecedented, he would see to not only that everything is up to Ben and Uma's standards, but he would personally see that their dreams come true.

What makes me sad about them: 

Harry Hook/Uma:

Ben/Harry Hook:

Ben/Uma:

Ben/Harry Hook/Uma:

There isn't much of them... And they're mostly fics of mine. I want more content, you know? I want to read fics, drabbles, see fanarts... Buh.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: It’s not in Bumarry itself. Actually, it's in Ben/Harry Hook, they usually play dirty with Uma. And it annoys me. They make her mean, jealous, cruel, or things like that to Ben and Harry. And this I came across once: They make Harry gay and that his relationship/dynamic with Uma is pure appearance. I had no problem with Harry being gay, but the justification for his sexual tension with Uma was all... Fake? No, it didn't fit in well with me. I think that's why when you ask me to write Ben/Harry Hook, Uma is there to give support. Don't play dirty with my queen.

Things I look for in fanfic: Uma dom! Uma top! Those are my favorite tags.

My kinks: With this polyship? Okay... BDSM all the way. 

Ben:  Caring dom, cuckolding, cupping, degradee (especially with actions), experimentalists, little one, masochist, pet, hunter (primal), praise kink, prey (primal), rope bunny, submissive, suspension, switch, tentacle fetich, voyeur,  wax play

Harry Hook: Alpha sub, brat, breath play, biting fetich, choking, cupping, dom, degrader, exhibitionist, knife play (hook play?), owner, pet, praise kink, prey (primal), rigger, sadistic, slave, submissive,  switch, tentacle fetich

Uma:  Brat tamer, biting fetich, Dom, electrostimulation (electro-wand, feel like a little sting), exhibitionist, Immobilization, masochist, mistress, owner, hunter (primal),  orgasm control, sensation play, scratching, 

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Ben/Uma, Ben/Harry Hook, Harry Hook/Uma, with Gil, Evie or Jay. 

My happily ever after for them: 

Ben and Uma reigning Auradon and the Isle of the Lost together, Harry Hook taking care of them so they don't get exhausted and are protected from any attack. 

Ben on the run with Harry and Uma to live a pirate life and reclaiming Auradon in a rebellion.

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How I feel about this character: I love him! He has good intentions. Ben knows that he is in a position of power and struggles to take advantage of his privileges to change things. He is rebellious, the second he is going to take the throne he begins to dismantle the system. Ben has a good heart and wants to help other people. Besides, I love that he has his survival instinct broken.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Uma, Harry Hook, Evie, Gil, Jay, Audrey and Chad

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Jane, Lonnie, Chad, Audrey, Evie, Uma, Harry Hook, Evie, Gil, Jay hahaha

My unpopular opinion about this character: Because he's a guy, the fandom downplays the horrible things he's been through.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: He has maintained his friendship with Audrey and Chad. It breaks my heart to know that he is completely alone in that department since D1 and is perpetuated throughout the following films. I also wanted him to end up with Mal.

My het ship: Ben/Uma & Audrey/Ben

My fem/slash ship: Ben/Harry Hook, Ben/Gil, Ben/Chad

My OTP: Ben/Uma

My OT3: Ben/Harry Hook/Uma

My cross over ship: *thinking* Oh... Ben/Leo Valdez (PJO) And! And! Ben/Reggie (JATP)

My kink: Caring dom, cuckolding, cupping, degradee (especially with actions), experimentalists, little one, masochist, pet, hunter (primal), praise kink, prey (primal), rope bunny, submissive, suspension, switch, tentacle fetich, voyeur,  wax play

A HC fact: He likes to constantly question himself. About his sexual orientation, about his gender identity, about his ability to love, about his pleasure, above all. He likes to explore. Ben is queer.

My gender bend: Technically I already have it. In Meanwhile. Bee, she loos like her. I LOVE the idea of Bee shieldmaiden.

I love responding this! Thank you!!!!!!!

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Ze girls

Mal is naturally around, lets say 5ft 8 (she kinda tall have you seen her mom?) with the boots its +3 so she would be around...5ft 11, yeah, she tol. Evie issss probably around 5,5? i think thats how tall sofia is soooo plus 3inches shes 5ft 8, yeah that sounds about right idk but lets say it is. XD 

also, you can see Mal is standing pretty...awkwardly, she aint human, she dont know how to do human so she stands weirdly and her eyes arent human (she can do this freaky stare that legit makes people walk away cuz its weird, they also are reflective, imagine going into the kitchen and then suddenly two eyes in the darkness are just staring at you like a cat) she doesn't blink alot...yeah...gurl got fangs too. this Mal has a pretty hard time processing human emotion, she is not human so she doesn't exactly know how to deal with their emotions but shes learning (at first thanks to Evie, Jay, Carlos, and then Ben helps her not be...not-empathetic around human emotion) yeah girly is weird but shes tryin lol

Evie, of course, is that classic pretty girl who is more than meets the eye, she; of course, is a witch and makes many types of potions and has a grimoire along with a mirror that can tell her where anything is at anytime in any place. Evie is a very naturally kind girl, even if her mother tries to teach her otherwise, Carlos (who will be redesigned and posted soon) is her very first friend after years of solitude (which is not at the prompt of mal, who didnt even know what a birthday party was and had no interest in it, EQ was just weird with Evie) and then befriends Jay, and lastly Mal, who tipped Evie off as a bit too weird and stayed away from her until Mal (multiple times) saved her life.(either from random gang members or the fated retrieval of the dragons eye (WHICH; mal did NOT plan to have evie grab, Mal doesnt exactly get why her mom wants to just be the worst but mostly mal kinda just...chills) 

Evie teaches Mal how to human (or at least be an okay person) and Mal helps Evie create spells and potions for her wip grimoire. their friendship is still a work in progress but one day they’ll be very good friends and while they do have some trouble with each other, they dont doubt their loyalty to each other and their boys. (under the cut is more info about them)

their personality's are both drawn from and unlike their canon selves, Evie is strong minded, smart, witty, just the tiniest bit bitchy (but in the best way) and kind. but she is not a push over and refuses to stand down from her opinion unless she sees it is in the wrong. and while she is kind she is not someone that will take on someone elses problems, metal or physical, it must be worth her time and self for her to step in, she is empathetic but she's also aware that no-one is worth destroying herself over. queen of chemistry, has made several poison's on purpose. plans to be head of the fashion world, while also reclaiming her mothers original kingdom (i think eq had her own kingdom??? SHE DID, she was the queen of another kingdom but married snows dad to stay in power! Evie is a full on princess?!?! holy shit!!! ah!? Evie my gurl you have a full on claim to a throne!) needs no prince just a man treating her like the queen she is. can fight very well, skilled in knives and daggers, has used her heels as a weapon before.

Mal, as ive said, is weird. she is slow on uptakes, takes a minute to understand things, just doesn't understand sarcasm, metaphors, things like that. is a very logical person, sensory issues, she is pretty smart , but she is the epitome of “all points in intelligence but none in wisdom” Evie and Carlos have the wisdom points and both have intelligence. Mal and Jay are just kinda vibing, tho Jay is very statically smart (helps with tourney.) she is immensely loyal, once you have her trust you have it forever, but once you break it you will never get it again, protective, accidently snarky/sarcastic (when Evie snickers at Mals deadpan mal is just like “?????”) verrrrry food drivne, always hugry (her metabolism is so fuking high, Evie is like ‘HOW DO YOU EAT A FIVE THOUSAND COURSE MEAL AND STILL BE HUNGRY?!’ meanwhile Mal is eating her fifth set of poptarts) head bonks, Evie and Carlos get gentle ones (Carlos does go for the hard ones tho, he is still an idiot teenage boy *affectionately*) while Mal and Jay just full on slam their heads into each other, Evie calls jay thick skulled becuase he somehow doesnt get a concussion from this, he has broken his nose tho. if mal isnt reading a book shes drawing, or playing with Evie or Jays hair.

uh, this somehow turned into a whole “what they would be like in my rewrite” somehow sooooo yeah, the boiz are next, probably gonna do the s3 too idk okay

oh and evie is inspired by @harriyanna​

[sparrowmoth]

Marlos (rotten ot4) + blanket fort 😍

The Battle of Fort Hearts • [AO3]

Teen | 1.2K | Marlos, Rotten OT4 | Domestic Fluff and Humor

Summary: It's date night. Mal and Carlos have one job: build a cozy blanket fort in the living room while Jay and Evie step out to grab everyone dinner from their favourite fast food joints. What could possibly go wrong, right...? (Oh, I'm so glad you asked.)

Carlos leaned into Mal’s side, squinting at the sketchbook in her lap. He said nothing until her hand stilled and she nodded to herself, then glanced at him with a raised brow. “What do you think?”

“It’s okay,” said Carlos, his tone suggesting that there was more to his opinion.

Mal huffed a breath and frowned down at her sketch. “I don’t see the problem,” she muttered.

“It’s not exactly a problem,” Carlos responded. “It’s just…” He trailed off, scratching at his chin as he eyed the drawing, trying to think of the right words. “These patterns are clashing, and the chairs at this angle here and here—” (He jabbed a finger at two parts of the sketch). “—don’t exactly scream structural integrity to me.” (Mal wrinkled her nose, nodding a little.) “That’s not even getting into—”

“Yeah, the lights, I know,” Mal interrupted, already tearing the page and crumpling it up. She tossed it into the growing pile at their feet and began to sketch again, her hand like a blur across the page.

When she held up the finished plans for Carlos, he made a face like he’d eaten something sour.

“What?” she asked, starting to sound exasperated.

He opened his mouth to reply, then began to shake his head, like he didn’t want to offend her.

“Tell me,” she demanded, twisting around to meet his stare with narrowed eyes.

He hesitated another moment before relenting with a curt nod. “Fine, it’s just a little…” He paused, chewing thoughtfully at his bottom lip as he spared another glance at the sketch. “A little this and a little that,” he offered vaguely. Mal’s eyes narrowed further, and he sighed. “Okay, just aesthetically, it’s a little—you know—Queen Belle meets the Care Bears for a cigarette in Wonderland, circa 1964.”

Mal was quiet at that, her eyebrows slowly inching up like caterpillars until her forehead wrinkled.

Finally, she replied in a deadpan, “That’s specific.”

Carlos shrugged. “You asked,” he told her, leaning away with a budding smirk.

Mal rolled her eyes as she looked back to her sketchbook, frowning at her latest design. “It’s not as easy as it looks, you know,” she grumbled, tearing the page out and tossing it aside. “You wanna try?” She glanced at Carlos, who was already shaking his head in protest. “Too bad. It’s your turn.” She dumped the sketchbook in his lap, grabbed his hand, and shoved the pencil into it. “Come on.”

Carlos’ fingers twitched, but he refused to so much as grasp the pencil properly until Mal took his hand again and began to guide him in tracing a line as though she were instructing a toddler. “Let me think,” he groused, pulling his hand away, and trying to ignore the way Mal was smirking.

She was quiet as he had been as she watched him start to draw with faltering movements, all the while muttering under his breath about angles and anchors and square feet and “head room.”

“There,” he declared after several minutes, passing the sketchbook back to Mal for inspection.

She took it in hand and held it up, tilting it to the left as she cocked her head to the right, then vice versa. “Nice homage to the bears in that one commercial for two-ply toilet paper,” she said coolly. “That is what you were going for with—” (She gestured to a scribble.) “—whatever this is, right?”

Carlos made a noise that bordered on a low whine. “It’s not done,” he decided, reaching to take the sketchbook back, and frowning when Mal held it out of his reach with a feral grin. “Wow, mature…”

Mal’s grin sharpened. “What, your arms too short to reach?” she teased, leaning further away.

He narrowed his eyes at her, gaze flickering between her face and his target as he thought on his next move. “You wish,” was all he said before he shifted onto his knees and pounced, toppling her over into the slew of blankets they’d gathered for the fort they hadn’t even yet managed to conceptualize.

Mal went down laughing, the sketchbook forgotten as she wriggled away, straining to reach a pillow to smother Carlos with before he got any ideas about— “H-hey!” she squeaked, eyes blowing wide as she felt his fingers dig into her sides. “S-stop! Carlos, I swear to—” Her voice was lost in a squeal.

A few minutes later, the front door opened and slammed shut, and Jay and Evie’s voices spilled into the house amidst the rustling of plastic bags. The scent of take-out pervaded the air around them as they stepped into the living room, but Mal and Carlos didn’t seem to notice—too busy writhing on the floor amidst a mess of blankets and chairs, their clothes half-undone from seeking skin to tickle.

Jay raised a brow in bemusement as he set the take-out bags on the coffee table, pushed aside to make room for a blanket fort that was meant to be erected by now. He exchanged a glance with Evie, who looked a mixture of amused and exasperated and not surprised. She cleared her throat to try and get the squabbling pair’s attention, but neither seemed to have noticed they weren’t alone anymore.

“Spray bottle?” Jay suggested with a laugh, miming as he said it. “We have Windex.” He winked.

Evie gave his arm a playful slap. “Just grab Mal and I’ll get Carlos, okay?”

Jay made a face as he stepped forward, muttering, “Fine, but if she bites me again—”

“You can steal her dessert,” Evie agreed with a wink that made Jay brighten right back up.

“Nice,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else as he approached the tangle of limbs on the living room floor. He had to jump back to avoid a kick from a gasping, thrashing Carlos, who’d been pinned on his belly by the purple-haired dragon that Jay was about to try and extract from the chaos.

Evie met his eyes and gave a subtle nod, then bent to get a grip beneath Carlos’ armpits as Jay went to yank Mal off by the collar of her shirt. She whirled on him like a feral thing, practically climbing his body just to knock him off balance and send him sprawling onto the carpet with a surprised yelp.

Meanwhile, Evie helped a breathless Carlos’ to his feet, sighing patiently as she fussed with his hair and straightened out his clothes, pretending like another squabble hadn’t just broken out behind him.

“What happened to Fort Hearts?” she asked with a pointed glance at the discarded sketchbook.

Carlos flushed beneath his freckles, staring hard at his feet—one socked, one bare. “Got a little… distracted, I guess,” he mumbled, rocking back and forth on his heels. He looked up at hearing Evie chuckle, the sound soft and vaguely musical. He cracked a small smile as he added, “Sorry…”

“It’s okay, pup,” said Evie with a smile of her own. “Let’s just eat, yeah?” Carlos nodded eagerly, his eyes already wandering to the coffee table where Jay had dropped the take-out bags. Evie touched him lightly on the arm to draw his attention, then asked, “Can you grab us some plates and utensils?”

“On it!” Carlos turned toward the kitchen, but Evie tugged his shirt to pull him back.

“Grab the Windex, too,” she instructed, her smile never faltering even as Carlos raised an eyebrow.

“Um… okay,” he shrugged, quick to decide he didn’t need to know her reasons. “Be right back!”

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