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scaip · 3 years

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My weird take theory concerning Diasomnia's arc:

It will focus on Maleficent's struggles with her loneliness and the bad blood between prince Phillip rather than Aurora's curse.

Why do I think so?

- Silver, towards whom all evidence points out for him to be Twst!Aurora, has a good relationship with Malleus. We don't see bad blood from him to Silver, nor any intentions of harming the boy.

Yet, the narrative focuses more on Malleus' loneliness and issues when it comes to dealing with people.

- It is repeatedly pointed how lonely he is, as a prince that has to be kept safe and the fact Malleus' most common company are his retainers. A friendship should be based on equality. Malleus also apparently chooses to be lonely on his own, as he dislikes noisy places. Between being sorrounded by your servants all the time (with the exasperation it can bring) or being alone, I wouldn't be surprised he would choose the later, it is less exhausting. There is also the fact he... just doesn't seem to be able to normally interact with people. Despite whatever strict education he received, he calls people outside his inner social circle by surname in school. And don't tell me it is due being some prince abstractly removed from reality, because after months of living with people in the same environment and seeing how everyone deals with each other, he would learn. Sure, there must be rumours and it all among people that makes interactions difficult, but it only adds to his akwardness when it comes to communicating to others. It wouldn't be surprised if his night strolls were his way of escaping from the situation that revolves around ugly weight that comes when you can't get along with people.

- Isn't it interesting how the two times he interacts with masses of people, both are the opposite of each other? During Savannaclaw's chapter, Sebek explicitly stated Malleus guided a big amount of scared people to the Stadium without magic. Yet, during Halloween's chapter he tried to murder the visitors when they disrepected him; as ugly as the things they did to him were... Well... Previous interactions with Malleus showed him as this cold and detached dude, who would have been more calm and well, not trying to solve things with murder and burning. Althought, this all could have been a case of characterization marches on™ and we are just seeing the huuuge manchild that lives inside him.

- Pomefiore's chapter mirrors Queen Grimhilde's attempts to murder Snow White due to her envy by having Vil attempting to assasinate Neige Le Blanche with a poisoned apple.

As I said above, the interactions between Malleus and Silver don't seem to mirror Maleficent's cursing upon Aurora and her obsession to kill the girl. So, I believe the writers will focus on something else: either his lonelines and/or Maleficent's dynamic with Prince Phillip.

So far, we have seen Twst!Simba, hints of Twst!Mufasa and Twst!Sarabi, Twst!Ariel, and the blatant twist of most of Snow White's characters.

So, I believe Diasomnia's chapter will focus on Twst!Prince Phillip?

Why? Becase there is heavy foreshadowing of an eventual confrontation between Royal Sword Academy and Night Raven College. Bad blood between both schools, competitions in Magijift, the fact the other "Good" academy keeps having victories against Night Raven College.

I suspect some epic shit will happen during the Magijift tournament, and Twst!Phillip will be involved there. Original prince Phillip was a good person, but he also was a cheeky dude over his head. And, given that Magijift is a massive event, Malleus would probably have to deal with masses of people yet again. And something will make him snap. And he will probably fuck everything up.

And, if Ambrose 63rd behaviour has any clues, that guy (or someone from his school) will probably aid them in hiding the shady events of the general public. Remember: the ones who put everyone to sleep in Sleeping Beauty wasn't Maleficent, but the three Goodmother Fairies under the iniciative of Flora. Flora is this realpolitik bitch™ worthy of conspirancy theories.

So, in summary, I suspect Diasomnia arc will deal with the consequences of Malleus' both willing and unwilling isolations, and some thing related to Royal Sword Academy will make him snap. Remember: Original Maleficent didn't turn into a dragon until she saw Phillip was getting away (and also for dramatic special effects™ that ended up causing her fall).

#idk #tell me what you think about this #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #maleficent #prince phillip #royal sword academy #ambrose 63rd

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tamumoyoni · 5 years

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‘ i’m done playing their games . i’m ready for a change . ’ // from @tcilandtrcuble

( umbrella academy starters, still accepting !! )

he grinned, baring those fang-like teeth he’d been hiding for almost a week now since he scared his project-partner. “ well, colour me interested. i’d love to see what you come up with, game-changer. ”

#( blanche grimhilde )#( closed )

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evcrafter · 3 years

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About this blog:

Muses:

Descendants:

Annette “Annie” Radcliffe ~ 101 Dalmatians/Descendants (books and movies)/OUAT

Anthony Tremaine ~ Descendants (books and movies)

Benjamin “Ben” Florian ~ Beauty and the Beast/Descendants (books and movies)

Blanche Legume ~ Beauty and the Beast/Descendants (books and movies)

Carlos De Vil ~ Descendants (books and movies)

Evie Grimhilde ~ Descendants (books and movies)

Jay ~ Descendants (books and movies)/Disney’s Aladdin

Disney:

Jasmine ~ Disney’s Aladdin (animated fc)

Megara “Meg” ~ Disney’s Hercules (animated fc)

Fairytales:

Belle ~ Disney/OUAT/fairy-tales (Emile de Ravin fc)

Iliyana ~ DIsney/OUAT/fairytales (Eva Green fc)

Once Upon A Time:

Abigail/Kathryn Nolan

Cordelia “Cory” Chavez

David Nolan

Rules:

I have proper rules here, but they’re pretty basic, for the sake of this already long post, my rules are “feel free to interact - even non-mutuals can dive into my ask box - just don’t be a jerk, because I’m here to have fun and won’t tolerate drama.”

#pinned post #muses #rules #behind the curtain (ooc)

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mihrimahsultan · 4 years

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❝ ⤚⟶ EUROPE, 1458. thanks is given by the SULTANA MIHRIMAH SULTAN, from THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE. they are at best POLISHED, and at their worst FORCEFUL. whilst abroad, their ambition is to SUPPORT HER OLDER BROTHER AND SEEK A POSITION WORTHY OF HER STATUS AMONGST HER FATHER’S PLANS. SHE seems to remind everyone of BESTE KÖKDEMIR & THE SENSATION OF SILK AGAINST BARE SKIN, THE ROCK OF THE OCEAN SPLASHING AGAINST THE UNDERBELLY OF A SHIP & THE FLUSH OF FEATHERS BEATING AGAINST A GILDED CAGE.❞

and finally… (for now) i offer you the beautiful mihrimah !!

STATS.

full name — mihrimah (persian - ”light of the moon”) sultan (child of the sultan) titles — sultana of the ottoman empire (imperial princess) birthplace — edirne, eastern thrace, ottoman territory age — twenty (20) languages — ottoman turkish (mother-tongue), arabic (fluent), persian (few dialects), ottoman sign language (fluent), english (learning), french (learning), greek (few dialects) dynasty — osman

mother — haseki sultan nehir

father — sultan iskender

spouse — n/a

issue — n/a

siblings — older : unnamed son 🕇 older : melek sultan older : sezhade of the ottoman empire, heir presumptive older : sultana of the ottoman empire younger : ilaldi sultan younger : ayse sultan younger : hafsa sultan younger : emine sultan younger : sittisah sultan younger : beyhan sultan younger : sirin sultan younger : sehzade kasim younger : unborn sultan

other — grandmother : valide sultan mahidevran aunt : hurrem al-barracin consort to iskender : consort hiranur sultan consort to iskender : consort branimira of croatia brother-in-law : grand vizier rondulu selim pasha courtier - potential suitor : second vizier yazid ibrahim basturk pasha harem chief officer : chief steward of the imperial harem courtier : vadim, wallachian boyar of braila

zodiac — gemini religious affiliation — islam face claim — beste kokdemir height — 5′10″ recognisable features — raven locks that fall way past her shoulders, normally covered by a sheer veil but if you see her hair with your naked eye count yourself blessed.

HEADCANNONS

LIFE IN THE HAREM — it is all she has ever known, to be surrounded by love and women who filled her with an inflated ego, a currency known for her beauty and the dulcet tones fit for a woman of her standing. Due to such an upbringing she did not grow up to hate the woman who tore her father’s attention away from herself and her mother, but loyalty was wedged in deep between muscle and bone! The loyalty she upholds for her mother and older brother know no bounds, and may someday be her undoing if the next Sultan does not carry her true blood.

EDUCATION — Educated well, Mihrimah may have made a good Sultan if she had been born a boy. Nonetheless, she used her feminine whims to her advantage. Though, it is perhaps childish to flaunt such beauty in the eyes of men who see it as all they want. With dance and music, she expresses herself - long, delicate fingers playing to the tune to all who dare to listen. Such culture is praised amongst the women of the palace and the Osman dynasty, but Mihrimah plans to use such skills on many unsuspecting men - to wean out the weak from the strong, to unveil the ones who plan to betray her older brother or her father. She is, in her eyes even, a grand piece to the Sultan’s chessboard - if only he plans to use her more often. Her education has provided her with the gumption to take the reigns of an already crowded steps to the throne, but she does not desire such responsibility as of yet. Instead, she seeks to use her tongue (trained in many a language, that may leave the educated advisers of the Western realms at unease). She plans to take to Portugal as an envoy, to act as her father’s spy if needs will it. Though perhaps a spy is far too generous a word since she is not a coy woman and often boasts of her powers and natural features as if there was not an eye to see it.

MUSIC & DANCE — Though music and dance is a passion well-loved by the Sultana, Mihrimah has always found time and obsession with weaving. Her talent is famous amongst the noble ladies of the Ottoman Empire, and often she will display her woven beauties to the visitors and courtiers who peek with nosey eyes. Back within the palace she rarely took a toe outside, the Sultana has her own rooms lined with her art. She is known for it, but some may whisper that she is doomed to spend her life weaving rather than living - such cruel rumours are only laughed off by the Sultana, even if the question of her future hangs heavy around her neck.

LOYALTY — The loyalty she ties to her older brother is immovable. Such trust was born when the two children grew together, sharing tutors and governesses as they ran through the various halls of various estates. To say she loves him is misunderstood, she adores him. To her, he is her Sultan - above their father, and above their mother. But with such love comes danger; if she is to choose between the two men, who should she lay her allegiance with?

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

friends overseas (pen-pals, frenemies, bffs, the lot!), enemies she may sulk around, boys she commands for her own use, allegiances made for her brother the sehzade, allies she may count on to spread her own influence, and perhaps someone who can take her from simple daughter to wife and consort of the utmost importance.

INFLUENCES.

catherine howard (english history) bathsheba (the bible) sirens (folklore) aphrodite (greek mythology) grimhild (norse mythology) ramses (the prince of egypt) amy (young man with a horn) the comforters (rudyard kipling) rachel green (friends) oberyn martell (game of thrones) joan holloway (mad men) amy march (little women) gabrielle solis (desperate housewives) jackie burkhart (that 70s show) buffy summers (buffy the vampire slayer) lady (lady and the tramp) tahani al-jamil (the good place) nala (the lion king) elizabeth swann (pirates of the caribbean) daisy buchanan (the great gatsby) scarlet o’hara (gone with the wind) lydia bennet (pride and prejudice) princess jasmine (aladdin) marie (the aristrocats) madison li (fallout 3) blanche (a streetcar named desire) paula (the winter’s tale, shakespeare) mihrimah sultan (daughter of suleiman i, history)

#crhs.intro #YES #i finally did it #little late but i wanted it out there #hehe #i. / το τελευταίο έγκαυμα ενός λαμπτήρα ελιάς — study.

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tcilandtrcuble · 5 years

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maria gabriella de faria. cisfemale. she/her. — looks like blanche grimhilde is attending auroria university in auradon. they’re the twenty-two year old child of the evil queen, which means they’re from the isle of the lost. heard they’re vivacious & polite, but can also be two-faced & power-hungry ; we all have our bad days. people normally associate them with red lipstick, cauldrons bubbling, the lingering smell of perfume after she leaves, and nails tapping against the table.

D O U B L E D O U B L E … ( s t a t s )

full name: blanche grimhilde

nickname(s): babs (if youʻre CLOSE close)

age: twenty-two

date of birth: october 25th, 1998

gender: cisfemale

pronouns: she/her

hometown: isle of the lost

parent(s): the evil queen

orientation: currently heterosexual but who knows what might happen

occupation: student

T O I L A N D T R O U B L E … ( p h y s i c a l )

face claim: maria gabriella de faria

hair colour: black

eye colour: black

height: 5ʻ5”

tattoos: none

piercings: standard lobe piercings

distinguishing characteristics: she has no outside flaws. works very hard to maintain her looks so she never has acne, has never gotten a visible scar, and her hair and make up is always flawless.

pinterest board: HERE

F I R E B U R N … ( a b o u t )

witchy woman !! walking down the street !!

okay but highkey sheʻs probably not,,,,,,particularly powerful in any sense.

what blanche wants more than anything is to make her mother proud of her. she thinks that the way for that to happen is that she should try and emulate her mother in any way possible.

so sheʻs in auradon fully planning on trying to gain access to the latent magical abilities that her mother passed down to her AND bag herself an heir to some throne or another !

she wants to become a sorceress like her mother, and so she spends a lot of time looking for books on the occult and trying to brew potions on the same scale as grimhildeʻs poison apple or ageing spell. unfortunately for her, sheʻs not yet up to par.

sheʻs that girl with the big ass collection of crystals in her room and a deck of tarot cards in her bags, even if divination isnʻt something that her mother ever did. sheʻs just trying her best to get her hands on some magical prowess regardless of what kind of form it takes.

on the ʻbagging an heirʻ front, she just really wants to marry a prince. they donʻt even have to be in line for some kind of leadership role, she just wants a title and pretty tiara and to be showered in riches is that too much ask ??

personality-wise, sheʻs kind of two-faced fuCKER.

this is my child and i shouldnʻt talk shit about her but i WILL.

okay, so personality-wise, she is best described as regina george-esque.

you know that one scene ?? the ʻ vintage ! i love it. ʻ *turns around* ʻ that is the ugly sweater i have ever seen in my life. ʻ

yeah okay well thatʻs blaNCHE

very much a shit starter, but to your face she will be very polite and prim and proper and everything that could normally be expected of someone of noble birth. at face value, she is princess material !

sheʻs gonna try and make friends and be all sweet with any and all royalty, and then immediately go back to being some kind of reclusive hag when sheʻs in private.

but sheʻs also the type to blush and flirt demurely with any rich man she meets even if sheʻs silently thinking about cursing the shit out of them in her head. sheʻs gonna fake it till she makes it all the way to a throne !!

sheʻs gonna pull that shit where she like,,,,,,pretends to be dumber than she is to play up the sympathy and people like her ??? but in reality, when sheʻs at home, itʻs glasses on, poring over tome after tome and trying to absorb as much knowledge as she possibly can. probably gets stellar grades when left alone but would fail a test on purpose if anyone was watching.

A N D C A U L D R O N B U B B L E … ( w a n t e d c o n n e c t i o n s )

pleathe give me some WILD connections

anybody want a bully?? blanche could probably find some reason to talk shit and start a rumor about your room behind their back but be perfectly sweet to their face.

i would also love for her to have a friend from the isle that sheʻs like,,,,,,,ride or die i donʻt like people but iʻd KILL for you

also uhhhh iʻm a heaux for exes plots so like ??? i would love to have a really messy relationship where maybe thereʻs still feelings or maybe they ended really badly for different reasons. maybe grimhilde didnʻt approve??? maybe blanche decided to end things so she could be open to opportunities in auradon?? just reaaaaal messy, ya feel ?

royals for her to *cough cough* kiss ass to *cough cough* befriend

mayhaps ! someone who is more well-versed in magic and would be able to kind of take her under their wing ?? and she accepts cause she wants to learn but sheʻs all huffy because someone is better at her at something she considers her birth right

again, i have no idea ajsdfalskdfj pls throw something at me !

#this??? also a mess asdfjasldfkj #but pls take her as well #「 * &. ♕ ━ sweet like cherry wine. ⁞ HISTORY. 」

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starstaiined-archived-blog · 5 years

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💕Favorite ship for the muse? (for each or all muses)

meme! || ALWAYS ACCEPTING!!

oh nonnie................oh nonnie this is....a lot. okay hang on this is gonna get........long.

okay so the following people are mentioned Pucca: @bcckmarkedDromio: @amourfugitifPluto: @brokenheartstmEm: @chrmiingother Emma: @luthordivergentJJ: @brokenisimsMonie: @heartsledEdy: @bornefairHannah: @prfctisms

Abigail

BROTP: THE ADAMS SIBS (with pucca & dromio!)OTP: RILEY MILLS (with pluto)

Adrien

BROTP: nino & alya!OTP: MARINETTE / LADYBUG!! (love me some love square)

Alexia

BROTP: myles o’hare (w/ dromio, love me some wondersquad!!)OTP: chris kingdon (w/ pucca. these two are a hot mess.)

ALLYSON

BROTP: carlos de vil (w/ monie in particular, love those two nerds) and also rachel berry ( w/ hannah)OTP: carly sun (w/ pucca, the ultimate otp for ever and ever)

Ariana

BROTP: chris kingdon (w/ pucca, ari loves her bro)OTP: ryan mcadams (w/ pluto, her soft dorky boy)

Benvolio

BROTP: isa perez (w/ pucca, the other half of this idiot)OTP: currently not applicable

Bryce

BROTP: he gets none :/OTP: he gETS NONE >:(NOTP: riley mills (w/ pluto, nopity nope kill this dope)

Cooper

BROTP: brandy warner (w/ pucca)OTP: verfera dalmore (w/ dromio)

Dante

BROTP: n/aOTP: n/a

Davina

BROTP: josh rosza or marcel gerard (#fam)OTP: kol mikaelson (i am kolvina trash confirmed)

Delilah

BROTP: n/a OTP: aiden parker (w/ pluto!)

Elena

BROTP: alex alvarez OTP: syd

Elizabeth

BROTP: evie grimhilde (w/ edy !)OTP: currently n/a!

Emilia

BROTP: nyx (w/ dromio!)OTP: n/a

Evangeline

BROTP: jj (w/ dromio. eva loves her baby bro!) && also juli (w/ pluto)OTP: murdoc (also w/ dromio)

Farkle

BROTP: the original 3 (riley && maya) , i’m a sucker for em. OTP: isadora smackle

Isabelle

BROTP: the lightwood sibs! OTP: simon lewisNOTP: jonathon morgenstern & raphael santiago

Jacobus

BROTP: none lol (give this boy some friend u coward!)OTP: N O N E

Josephine

BROTP: none :’/OTP: none, again

Joshua

BROTP: davina claire OTP: n/a

Julian

BROTP: THE BLACKTHORN FAMOTP: idk. i like emma & jules?

Kara

BROTP: alex danverse!!OTP: lena luthor! (esp. w/ emma!)

Karolina

BROTP: both carly and lexxy sun (#hotmesses)OTP: myles o’hare (w/ dromio) (but also now lowkey chad charming bc of em)

Kol

BROTP: idk.....maybe bekah? OTP: d a v i n a c l a i r e. (once again, kolvina trash)

Lucas

BROTP: one zay babineax. (and also one farkle minkus.)OTP: idk....

Maxwell

BROTP: the lightwood famOTP: n/a

Maya

BROTP: original 3 boiiiiiii (farkle & riley)OTP: rilaya yeah yeah

Olivia

BROTP: major florez (w/ dromio)OTP: n/a

Persephone

BROTP: alex & kara! (but also ryder, w/ jj!)OTP: n/a

Riley

BROTP: original 3 OTP: rilaya u can pry it from my cold dead fingers

Spark

BROTP: n/aotp OT3: candela && blanche (w/ dromio & pucca)

#(this took.....over a damn hour oh my god)#(i have too many muses)#(PLS KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A L L MY SHIPS JUST THE TOP ONES)#(pls don't be offended if our ship wasn't mentioned)#(i have stupid brain i can't think)#(i am not tagging everone here)#❝ baring all the secrets of the universe.❞ ||「☤」 answers

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detroitbydark · 6 years

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It All Starts With A Spark

Author: @detroitbydark

Genre:Star Wars/Descendants

Characters: Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, Evie Grimhilde

Length:

Summary: Evie feels called out and remembers her first experience with the best pilot in the Resistance

A/N: If you don’t know Evie from Descendants you can still enjoy this. If you do know the character know that I’ve aged her up to approximately 25years old. Also, I have a slew of ideas for these two that I’d love to write if there is anyone out there that wants to read.

“Base to Evie. Come in Evie”

Evie let her wandering mind focus back in on the petite engineer who’d unceremoniously plopped down across from her at the, otherwise vacant, mess table. She offered her friend a small smile and a bite of her mostly untouched lunch.

The woman waved the food off. “You were in another galaxy.” Rose noted, “where’d you go?”

Evie finished chewing slowly before swallowing and washing it down with a drink. She didn’t want to admit she’d been thinking of a certain Ace pilot. Unfortunately, Rose seemed to have a sixth sense for these things.

”Black Squadron isn’t back yet. You’re worried” Rose offered before Evie had a chance to respond to her first question.

The blue haired analyst knew better than to lie, so she merely shrugged it off. “I’m just curious what intel they’ll bring back.” It was a half truth. Black Squadron was doing recon work on a First Order installation that was said to hold Resistance POWs. That information was priceless and Evie knew Black Squadron and their leader would take every necessary risk to get the needed information back to base.

“And…?” Rose asked with a sly smirk. The woman was a ball of mischievous energy. The woman had only recently returned to work after nearly losing her life on Crait. Had Evie not known what kind of condition she’d been in, she never would have guessed how close they’d come to losing one of their brightest minds.

”And what?” Evie asked pushing the remains lunch around her plate with her fork. She didn’t want to admit the other half of the reason she’d been so lost in thought. The argument she’d had with Poe a week ago still weighed on her. He’d reassured her they were good before they’d ended their call that night but she still felt a sour feeling in her stomach when she thought about it. Poe Dameron seemed to be stuck in her every waking thought (and more than a few of her dreams).

”You haven’t seen Poe since you got back from the Akiva. Don’t tell me you’re not anxious to get your hands on him.” Rose’s eyebrows rose and fell playfully as she pulled Evie’s half drank mug of caf across the table and took a swallow.

Evie glared.

”Rose Tico, you’re a menace.” She muttered snatching her cup back. “You act like there’s something going on with us.” For someone who spent her day among the Resistance’s spies and intelligence community Evie was disappointed her voice didn’t sound more convincing.

”And, Princess,” Rose said, earning another glare at the title, “you act like I don’t see the way you to look at each other.”

Evie felt her cheeks flame pink, “and how’s that?”

”Like you’re ready to peel him out of that damn flight suit and see if he really is the best the Resistance’s got.”

“Rose!”

The engineer laughed at her friends reprimanding tone. “You’re not arguing though.” Rose noted as Evie took another pull of caf to avoid talking. “Besides, you should see the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention.”

Evie raised an eyebrow specutively.

“That boy wants to give you a ride on his starfighter,” Evie choked on her drink, sputtering slightly as Rose chuckled. “and you’re lying if you say you wouldn’t take him up on the offer.”

”Kriff, Rose!” Evie admonished wiping droplets of caf off her uniform. Rose simply beamed at her.

The engineer waved her friend off. ”Word came through comms earlier, I found you to let you know, they’ll be back later tonight.”

Evie felt tension she hadn’t realized she’d been carrying through her shoulders ease. The two sat in silence for a moment before Evie sighed. “Thank you.” She said finally and than, “is it that obvious?”

”To everybody but him.” Rose offered, “there’s even a betting pool going for when the two of you are going to hook up.”

Evie scoffed, “Let me guess, you’ve got you’re bet placed?”

Rose laughed, a bright merry sound. She slapped the table lightly. “Even the General has in on it!”

Burying her head in her hands Evie groaned.

Evie Grimhilde hadn’t always harbored feelings for the Resistance’s golden boy. The first time they’d met had been anything but love at first sight. Evie remembered it vividly from the blue gown she’d worn to the drizzle that had dampened the festivities at her Mother’s summer estate.

As a dutiful daughter, Evie had made her rounds through the sea of guests. The ballroom had been packed with former Imperials, First Order elite, and those like Queen Grimhilde herself who were more than happy to latch their horse to whatever kept them living the lavish lifestyles they’d become accustomed to. Evie, resplendent in her deep Navy gown with its plunging back wove her way through the mass, tucking away bits of information that could be used later. She’d not heard from her contact in weeks but that wasn’t entirely out of the norm.

She knew she was risking everything passing information to the Resistance but she couldn’t sit back and watch the galaxy fall into the hands of the First Order. Watching her people suffer under their control was bad enough.

The Princess kept her disgust hidden under a placid, vapid smile as a low ranking General, old enough to be her father, placed a kiss on the back of her hand. She’d been sitting with the slightly paunchy, greying man for near on twenty minutes. She played the part of air-headed Princess so convincingly that she nearly startled herself at times.

”I suppose I just don’t understand why the fleet needs to be stationed her” she pouted prettily, “there’s so many ships. I can’t even see my stars from my room at night!” She watched the man’s eyes dart to her painted lips. She wanted to be sick.

”I assure you, your highness, the ships will be off shortly. They’ll be heading to Dantooine in just under a week, the lot of them.”

Finally! Something useful!

”But,” he began with a lascivious grin, “The stars are quite lovely from my quarters. If you’d like to see them?”

Evie coughed into her hand to cover her faltering smile.

”I’m sure you’ve a wonderful view.” She enthused with a tone that said she’d “missed” his innuendo. “I may take you up on it someday.” She added slowly rising from her seat “but I fear for now I’m best off to mingle with my other guests.” She smoothed her dress feeling the older man’s eyes fall to the curves it clung to. When her brown eyes caught his he stuttered an awkward goodbye which she politely accepted before sauntering off.

The sound of the quartet of strings warming up from a recent break had couples rising from their seats to begin dancing. She was thankful she’d gotten away from the officer before he’d volunteered himself as a dance partner.

She could feel eyes from around the room take their turns watching her. The dress her mother had commissioned for the evening was doing it’s job in attracting attention. The sleeveless number clung to her curves, the back having been forgone to expose her from her neck down to the dimples on her lower back. It was a wonder of adhessive that she managed to stay presentable. Evie felt like a prime piece of meat on display. Her mother had made it clear she wanted her daughter married by the end of the year and she was going above and beyond to make it happen.

Evie wanted nothing to do with it.

Slipping a flute of sparkling wine from a passing server’s tray she glanced about, one arm crossed at her rib cage while the wither held the flute aloft. The night was growing late and she found the idea of talking to anymore arrogant officers completely exhausting. She sipped at the beverage, letting the bubbles tickle her tongue. It was a good vintage, if a little sweet for her taste.

A gentle touch on her arm caught her attention. She turned to find herself gazing into dark eyes. The stranger offered a tight smile before running a nervous hand through slicked back hair.

”Your Higness,” he offered with a small, stiff bow. “Would you honor me with a dance?”

Evie watched him curiously. He wore an officers uniform but he was certainly like no officer she’d ever seen. His eyes surveyed the room expectantly. She finished her drink in two gulps as the stranger laughed.

”So much for being a lady.” He muttered under his breath.

Evie huffed, jaw set. “So much for getting a dance.” She bit out. She felt his hand grab her arm as she turned to walk away. His grip was firm as he stepped into her. He radiated warmth at her side and his breath tickled at her ear.

”Don’t be like that, Princess.” The title held disdain this time around. “A little convor sent me.”

Evie froze. Those were the code words. No wonder he looked so awkward. In a room full of First Order thugs he was a Rebel! Her heart skipped a beat. How bold!

How incredibly stupid!

A well practiced smile fell into place on her lips as she turned back to the First Order imposter. “Silly me.” She cooed, “where are my manners. I’d love to dance with you…”

”Poe” he said quietly.

Evie felt her face blanch as the Resistances best pilot led her to the dance floor and into the crowd. Her mind worked overtime trying to make sense of why Poe Dameron was in front of her. It wouldn’t mean anything good, of that she was certain.

The song was slow as he pulled her close, more so than her mother would deem appropriate, but necessary to not be overheard. ”You’re in grave danger, Princess.” He muttered, letting his hands slide low on her back. She felt the toughness of calloused fingers casually stroke the exposed skin. He was playing far too familiar for her liking.

Evie scoffed, “and so are you showing up here like this. Where is Farseid?” The fact she hadn’t heard from her contact in weeks hadn’t worried her until now. Her dance partner must have felt how she’d tensed.

”You need to relax. People are going notice.” He offered her a smile as she forced some of the stiffness from her body, pressing closer.

She brought her mouth to his ear as if whispering a secret. “Where is Farseid?” She asked again, urgently. Her partner twirled her gently, moving her with practiced ease like they’d done this a thousand times before.

”He’s dead.”

Evie bit the inside of her cheek hard to keep from gasping. The coppery tang of blood worked to focus her.

“I’m sorry” Poe continued, looking genuine, “But we don’t know what he may have said to the First Order. I’ve come to bring you in. Your life’s in danger.”

Evie searched his features for any signs of a lie. She found none. Her heart pounded in her ears, a dull roar that drowned the musicians out.

“I think I need some fresh air.” She said pulling from his grip. “The room is getting a bit hot” she whined just loud enough to be overheard.

“I’ll escort you, Your highness.” Poe offered presenting her with his arm and leading her to the nearby balcony. A few heads turned giving approving nods as the gallant Officer escorted the Princess out into the night air.

A wisp of blue hair that refused to be tamed drifted out from under her scarf. She regretted following the trends and dying her hair. She’d heard it was the fashion of the women of Amilyn’ Holdo’s planet. She was desperately in awe of the woman though she couldn’t tell her mother that was why she’d done it. No, the Queen believed her daughter was trying to draw the attention of suitors.

The deep black of her natural color would have made blending into the crowd much easier, and crowded it was. The market after dark became a beacon for those needing to lose themselves in the seedy clubs and cantinas. She pulled her pack closer as she pushed the errant hair back under her scarf, tugging it tighter around her face. She couldn’t risk being recognized.

The news of Farseid’s death shook her to the core. His body had been found by his comrades, one piece at a time. The injuries of torture screamed First Order. She thought back to Poe’s story a few nights before and felt a cold chill work it’s way up her spine. Yes, she’d known what she was doing was dangerous, the older man had repeated it many a time during their meetings, but it had never hit home like it did now. She was doing the right thing. That was all that had mattered.

Until now.

All in a matter of a few days, her world had been flipped on its axis. Her life was in peril. As Poe had explained, no one knew what Farseid has given up under the First Orders torture but if it had been her name, her life was forfeit. She was too valuable to the Resistance (you know too much, she thought) to risk. Whether she wanted to or not, she’d been informed, Poe was bringing her in.

She glanced nervously at the entrance to Two Banthas Cantina. Poe was late and it had her balancing precariously in the edge of panic.

”Princess” a voice shouted behind her. She spun quickly, spotting the pilot leaning against a nearby wall. The uniform from earlier was gone, replaced with dusty brown pants, a worn shirt, and a fairly new looking leather coat.

”Would you stop calling me that” she hissed, moving to his side.

Poe looked around and laughed. “We’ve got a Princess here!” He said loudly gesturing in her direction, “Look a Princess!”. None of the passers by even turned their heads. ”You need to relax. It’s smooth sailing from here.”

Evie glared. It was like he was asking for trouble.

Poe flashed a winning grin. “We just need to get to the port and we can be off this rock. My droids prepping the ship as we speak.”

Evie stared as she readjusted the pack thrown over shoulder, “I used to think General Organa was the smartest woman in the galaxy.”

Poe’s eyes narrowed.

She turned and began walking toward the space port, making him push off the wall and jog a few steps to catch up.

”And you question it now?

“Who sends the most recognized face in the galaxy on a undercover mission? ” His blank look made her come up short gazing around for an example. He nearly ran into her as she stopped.

”What gives?” He asked confused. Evie simply huffed, grabbing his chin and redirecting his gaze to a nearby alley and the poster that hung at its entrance. Poe groaned. He swore one day he was going to get Yolo back for his little piece of art.

The poster had seen better days but, clear as the stars, there was Poe Dameron holding his helmet looking out over the skies while a squadron of X-wings zipped below him.

”Watching over the stars and skies, eh?” Evie asked. Her voice was a mixture of humor and irritation.

Poe gave her a shrug and a smirk. “It was supposed to be a joke you know.” He muttered.

Evie looked skeptical. ”You know how many times and in how many different places I’ve seen this?”

Poe turned back toward the port and began walking again. His jovial attitude from earlier dampened.

Evie hummed to herself, “I always figured you’d be-“

”Ruggedly handsome?” Poe offered glancing at her.

”Taller.” She said suppressing a laugh. If possible Poe’s face grew more sour.

They covered the next block in silence. Evie stayed a half a step behind the pilot. She watched as his feet carried him straight ahead but his head moved almost imperceptibly about. Taking in their surroundings, she supposed. A familiar clatter sounded behind them and Evie peaked over her shoulder. Her heart clenched as a pair of armor clad troopers rounded the corner.

”Poe…” she whispered harshly as he slowed up and they fell into step.

”Yeah, I know.” His hand enveloped hers. Evie stiffened. “I need you to relax, Princess” He said softly. “You think you can trust me?”

Evie readjusted her scarf glancing as the deep brown eyes that turned to question her. The joking tone was gone and in it’s place was something earnest and hopeful.

”Do I have much of a choice?”

”No.” He confirmed.

Exhaling a deep breath, she nodded. “I suppose that’s a ‘yes’ than.” Poe gave her a reassuring smile but she could see it didn’t touch his eyes. They were focused and intense. He guided her to the next alley they passed. As he positioned her back against the wall he was all business. His body blocked her from anyone’s line of sight. He was close and she could smell the spice of cologne and the tang of, what she assumed was, jet fuel.

Poe’s hand cupped her cheek as he leaned further into her personal space. ”People tend to avoid looking at displays of affection.” he explained quietly.

Evie nodded at the explanation and let her arms ease over his shoulders, “like this?” She hummed quietly. A flash of metal caught her attention. A ring hung on a necklace around his neck. The sound of armor came closer. Without a thought Evie wrapped her hand around the ring and gave it a sharp tug. The thin chain broke. Poe’s eyes grew wide as she slipped the ring on her left fourth finger. It fit perfectly. She could hear the Stormtroopers speaking to one another.

Over there.

Let’s check it out.

”I’ll Apologize to your wife later.” Evie murmured. The pilot shook his head opening his mouth to say something but stopping.

“Don’t hit me.” He ordered quietly. Evie didn’t even have a moment to question why she’d need to hit him before his mouth was on hers. His hand cupping her face, tucking loose strands of hair back stopped her from turning her head.

In any other circumstance she would have punched a man square in the jaw for taking such liberties but he had warned her. She tried to think of it it as a game, like the ones she’d played with the First Order officers. It was a game none of them had ever figured out she was playing. It was like acting really. With that thought she turned her head slightly allowing for better access. Her fingers tangled in his unruly curls and she tugged gently, nearly laughing at the choked off sound he made. His tongue slid across her own, stroking gently into her mouth as he pushed her firmly against the cool duracrete wall behind her. She felt her breath catch in her lungs. If he was playing a part she wondered what how he kissed when lives weren’t on the line. She may have laughed at her train of thought too if the helmet filtered voice of a First Order Stormtrooper hadn’t echoed into the alley.

“Hey, you there.”

So much for avoiding attention, Evie thought mildly as Poe pulled back. His lips were swollen and his pupils blown. She wondered if she looked the same. Poe turned slowly to face the trooper as Evie pulled her scarf in, pretending to be embarrassed by being caught.

”What can I do for you?” The Pilot asked casually. Evie eyes followed his hand as it drifted to his waistband at his back. When he moved she saw the hint of black metal. A blaster! If that came out they’d never get to the ship and off world, she just knew it.

Evie took half a step forward. Wrapping her arms around Poe’s waist, she casually nuzzled at his neck. One hand gently pushed his hand away from where the blaster sat.

”I’m sorry troopers.” She murmured imitating a thick outer rim accent. “I don’t mean to cause a problem.” Evie kept her head turned slightly. While odds were the Troopers were from off world she didn’t want to risk them getting to good a view of her face.

”There’s no trouble ma’am.” The second Trooper offered. “We just wanted to make sure you weren’t being accosted.”

Evie fought to keep her eyes from rolling. She highly doubted their motives were so noble. Feigning a girlish giggle, Evie held up her hand for inspection. The ring she’d snatched from Poe sparkled in the full light.

”My Sugar, proposed tonight and we’ll…I’m just having a hard time keepin’ my hands to myself.” She giggled again before she nearly squealed with delight as she looked at her hand. She held it out as if for inspection. “Didn’t he do just the most wonderful job.”

One trooper nodded emphatically while the other elbowed him in the side.

”All it took was to find I was knocked up and he got right down on one knee and asked me.” The Troopers coughed and both focused in on Poe.

”What can I say.” Poe said with a nervous laugh.

“Where are you headed.” The first Trooper asked warily.

Before Poe could speak Evie cut in. ”We’re heading to Tatooine so we can tell my folks.” She pressed her lips to Poe’s cheek, making a wet smacking sound. “It’s just the most romantic things ever!” She gushed.

Poe took one of her hands in his own and placed a gentle kiss to her palm. “For you darling, anything. The Galaxy is your oyster…well that is, if our new friends are done with us?”

Evie turned her big brown eyes on the pair of Stormtroopers.

”Um, yes, right” The Trooper stuttered. “You’re free to go.”

”Thank you!” Evie said brightly. Taking Poe’s hands in her own she began to pull him from the alley. He stumbled only slightly before following along, “and when we get back to the ship I’m going to show you how excited I really am to be your wife.” She said a little louder than necessary. Wrapping an arm around her waist Poe leaned in whispering quietly in her ear. “The folks in Intel are going to love you.”

#Poe Dameron fanfic #evie descendants #poe dameron fanfiction #crackship #all it takes is a spark

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ookyspccky · 5 years

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DARK EYES GLITTERED as blanche leaned forward in her seat, eager as can be. ❝ something new you’ve heard, huh ?? ❞ some might call her nosey, but blanche liked to say she was just being I N F O R M E D. it was hard trying to survive in a new world if you didn’t know all the information. ❝ is it about anyone i know ?? things have been s l o w, and i needed something more exciting, ❞ she said, with barely withheld anticipation coloring her tone.

「 * &. ✧ ━ @bvourguest && truth by lizzo. 」

#( &&. blanche grimhilde )#( &&. blanche / / INTERACTIONS. )#( &&. ft. bvourguest )

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lucyferthecatx · 6 years

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( @itsyaboiwhale // benvolio bernard said: ’ don’t worry, i got it covered. ’ )

“ oh, you are just positively wonderful, aren’t you ?? ” blanche cooed, fluttering her eyelashes prettily. “ i’ve always heard about how kind you were. i don’t think i had expected quite you to be so much of a knight in shining armor. ” she was careful about how much flattery spilled out. mother always said that princes loved for you to play to their strengths but not too much. adoring, but never boring.

#suddenly she's polite when there's a prince around #;eyes;#( ;; blanche grimhilde )#( ;; benvolio bernard )#( ;; blanche | ben )#( ;; itsyaboiwhale | starter. )

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fableshqrp · 6 years

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And the story begins!

After reading over the wonderful apps, we wish we could accept everyone as their first choice. With an amazing turn out of fourteen apps, it was more than we ever expected! We are so excited to get started!! If That being said without further ado!!

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ANN ☆ CENTRAL || NA

IS THAT [ ELIZA DUSHKU ] ? NO, THAT’S JUST [ MEGARA ], WHO IS [ 27 ] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [ MEGAN ] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. SHE WORK(S) AS A [ CON ARTIST ] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER HER FROM [ HERCULES ] AS [ CLEVER ] AND [ INDEPENDENT ] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IF THEY CAN ALSO BE [ SNARKY ] AND [ CYNICAL ].

AURORA ☆ GMT+8 || NA

IS THAT [ LIANA LIBERATO ] ? NO, THAT’S JUST [ WENDY DARLING ], WHO IS [ 21 ] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [ WENDY DARLING ] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. SHE WORKS AS A [ COLLEGE STUDENT ] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER HER FROM [ PETER PAN ] AS [ IMAGINATIVE ] AND [ CARING ] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IF THEY CAN ALSO BE [ OPINIONATED ] AND [ STUBBORN ].

BIBI ☆ PST || NA

IS THAT [ LILY COLLINS ] ? NO, THAT’S JUST [ SNOW WHITE], WHO IS [ 25 ] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [ BLANCHE DEVARO ] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. SHE WORKS AS A [ TEACHER ] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER HER FROM [ SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS ] AS [ RESOURCEFUL ] AND [ COMPASSIONATE] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IF THEY CAN ALSO BE [ UNFORGIVING ] AND [ OBSTINATE ].

CALL ☆ EST || ANXIETY/PANIC ATTACKS

IS THAT [ JEREMY JORDAN ] ? NO, THAT’S JUST [ FLYNN RIDER/EUGENE FITZHERBERT ], WHO IS [ 30 ] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [ JACKSON “JACK” MAVERICK ] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. HE WORK(S) AS A/AN [ PROFESSIONAL SMUGGLER ] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER HIM FROM [ RAPUNZEL ] AS [ LAIDBACK ] AND [ ADAPTIVE ] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IS THEY CAN ALSO BE [ SECRETIVE ] AND [ MANIPULATIVE ].

CHESTER ☆ GMT+10 || N/A

IS THAT [ HALE APPLEMAN ] ? NO, THAT’S JUST [ THE MARCH HARE ], WHO IS [ 26 ] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [ MATTHIAS HARPER ] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. HE WORK(S) AS A [ BARTENDER ] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER HIM FROM [ ALICE IN WONDERLAND] AS [ CHARMING ] AND [ OUTGOING ] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IF THEY CAN ALSO BE [ TACTLESS ] AND [ PARANOID ]

EM ☆ EST || NA

IS THAT [ RUTH NEGGA ] ? NO, THAT’S JUST [ CIRCE/THE ENCHANTRESS ], WHO IS [ 33 ] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [ CECE PRATT ] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. SHE WORKS AS A [ ANTIQUITIES SALESWOMAN ] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER HER FROM [ BEAUTY AND THE BEAST ] AS [ WELL-MEANING ] AND [ PLAYFUL ] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IF THEY CAN ALSO BE [ REPRESSED ] AND [ DEVIOUS ].

EMBER ☆ EST || NA

IS THAT [ Charlize Theron ] ? NO, THAT’S JUST [ Queen Grimhilde ], WHO IS [ 35 ] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [ Adelaide Malum] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. SHE WORKS AS A [ Assistant Mayor ] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER HER FROM [ Snow White ] AS [ Elegant ] AND [ Self-Reliant ] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IF THEY CAN ALSO BE [ Cold ] AND [ Vain ].

HELS ☆ MST || SUICIDE/RAPE/FLASHING GIFS

IS THAT [ JENNA DEWAN-TATUM ] ? NO, THAT’S JUST [ THE RED QUEEN ], WHO IS [ 28 ] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [ REBECCA LANCING ] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. SHE WORK AS A/AN [ SECRETARY ] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER HER FROM [ ALICE IN WONDERLAND ] AS [ POISED ] AND [ REGAL] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IF THEY CAN ALSO BE [ HOT HEADED ] AND [IMPULSIVE ].

JACK ☆ EST || NA

IS THAT [ IDRIS ELBA ] ? NO, THAT’S JUST [ John Clayton ], WHO IS [ 46 ] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [ Jack Clay ] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. HE WORK(S) AS A/AN [ Big Game Hunter / Bounty Hunter] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER HIM FROM [ TARZAN ] AS [ CUNNING ] AND [ STRONG ] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IF THEY CAN ALSO BE [ ANGRY ] AND [ MANIPULATIVE ]

K ☆ PST || NA

IS THAT [ Gabriella Wilde]? NO, THAT’S JUST [ Alice Liddel], WHO IS [ 19] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [ ALICE “ALLEY” WHITE ] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. she WORK(S) AS A/AN [ Mother Goose Market Clerk] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER her FROM [ ALICE IN WONDERLAND] AS [ Loyal] AND [ ADVENTUROUS] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IF THEY CAN ALSO BE [ implusive] AND [ NAIVE].

KAIL ☆ AET || NA

IS THAT [ ELLIOT KNIGHT ] ? NO, THAT’S JUST [ MERLIN ], WHO IS [ 27 ] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [ MARTY ] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. HE WORKS AS A [ MAGICAL COUNCIL MEMBER] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER HIM FROM [ KING ARTHUR AND THE ROUND TABLE ] AS [ INTELLIGENT ] AND [ DEVOTED ] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IF THEY CAN ALSO BE [ SECRETIVE ] AND [ DISORGANIZED ].

KATE ☆ EST || GORE

IS THAT [AMBER HEARD]? NO, THAT’S JUST [THE SNOW QUEEN], WHO IS [28] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [EIRA LINDQUIST] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. SHE WORK(S) AS A [BUSINESS MARKETER] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER HER FROM [THE SNOW QUEEN] AS [INTELLIGENT] AND [HAUNTINGLY BEAUTIFUL] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IS THEY CAN ALSO BE [RUTHLESS] AND [COLD]. KATIE ☆ CENTRAL || NA is that [ HUGH JACKMAN ] ? no, that’s just [ BIG BAD WOLF ], who is [ 37 ] years old and goes by [ BIGBY WOLF ] in the mundane world. HE work(s) as a [ SHERIFF ] within the fable community. you might remember HIM from [ LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD ] as [ COURAGEOUS ] and [ LOGICAL ] but what you don’t know if they can also be [ VULGAR ] and [ PREDATORY ]. NOAH ☆ PST || RPAE/INCORRECT USE OF THEY’RE & THEIR IS THAT [ ROBBIE KAY ] ? NO, THAT’S JUST [ PETER PAN ], WHO IS [ 26 ] YEARS OLD AND GOES BY [ PETTER PAN ] IN THE MUNDANE WORLD. HE WORK(S) AS A [THEIF ] WITHIN THE FABLE COMMUNITY. YOU MIGHT REMEMBER HIM FROM [ PETER PAN ] AS [ SANGUINE ] AND [ INTREPID] BUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW IF THEY CAN ALSO BE [TETCHY ] AND [EGOTISTICAL ] SELINA ☆ PST || NA

is that [ VIRGINIA GARDNER ] ? no, that’s just [ RAPUNZEL ], who is [ 24 ] years old and goes by [ RAE GOLDE ] in the mundane world. SHE works as a [ PR REPRESENTATIVE ] within the fable community. you might remember HER from [ TANGLED ] as [ BRAVE ] and [ COMPASSIONATE ] but what you don’t know if they can also be [ STUBBORN ] and [ GULLIBLE ].

XANDER ☆ EST || SELFHARM/RAPE

is that [ EZRA MILLER ] ? no, that’s just [ THE CHESHIRE CAT ], who is [ 23 ] years old and goes by [ CORVUS (CORIE) EVERMOUR ] in the mundane world. HE/THEY work(s) as a [ WORKER AT THE BOOKSTORE/BARWENCH AT THE LOOKING GLASS ] within the fable community. you might remember HIM/THEM from [ ALICE IN WONDERLAND ] as [ COY ] and [ OUTGOING ] but what you don’t know if they can also be [ MISCHIEVOUS ] and [ SLICK ]

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lepoingleveaufeminin · 7 years

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Journal d'un Psychopathe #24: Blanche VS Grimhilde

Point de vue de Blanche:

Je m'appelle Blanche Neige. Orpheline de père, ma mère m'élève seule avec une poignet de fer ! Je suis étudiante en Licence de Lettres et plus tard, J'aimerais être écrivain. D'ailleurs, j'ai écrit un roman titulé “La vie a plus d'imaginations que toi”. Un roman de Science Fiction parlant d'une héroïne qui rêve d'aller sur la planète Terre pour connaître ce qu'est l'ampathie et l'amour. Elle vient d'une autre planète ne connaissant que la guerre et de la haine !

Je l'avais fait lire à ma mère et elle avait adoré, Selon elle, j'avais du talent ! En plus, elle était éditrice dans une maison d'éditions donc c'est génial qu'elle me disait cela ! Ma mère m'avait proposé de travailler auprès d'elle pour cet été, Il fallait absolument une secrétaire d'urgence, Et j'acceptais quand même. Puis, cela me ferait des sous pour plus tard, Ce n'était pas plus mal. Son patron c'est Mr Kursten, Il était froid à la première vue, Mais dés qu'on le connaissait mieux, il devenait cool.

L'été vint enfin, et je commençais à travailler en tant que secrétaire. Au début ce n'était pas facile, Mais je finis par comprendre et cela pouvait aller. La pause déjeuné vint et ma mère me rejoignait, Nous décidâmes d'aller déjeuner au self, Nous parlions de tout et de rien. Je demandais il était où Mr Kursten Elle me répondit qu'il était en voyage d'affaire. Et je repris le travail, Et ainsi de suite… Je n'avais toujours pas rencontré le patron, Il était en voyage d'affaire.

Au bout de trois semaines, Je rencontrai enfin me patron. Il n'était pas mal mais bon il avait 10ans de plus que moi donc bon… Quand ma mère la vit, Elle se comportait comme une adolescente amoureuse d'un beau gosse du bahut… La honte… Elle se dandinait c'était peine à voir ! Il me dit bonjour de façon hautaine, Je lui répondis de façon sèche, Ma mère me regardait mal, elle voyait rouge !

Au bout d'une semaine, Ma mère m'annonça que Mr Kursten allait dîner avec nous ce soir ! Ce soir ? Elle avait craqué ! Je ne voulais pas le voir ce soir, Elle insista et je finis par accepter à contre coeur… Le soir venu, ma mère portait une robe courte et moulante. J'avais l'impression qu'elle avait 20 ans de moins, Alors qu'elle en avait 45… Le patron arriva et s'installa à table. J'étais froide, distante… Et il commença à me poser des questions, Voulant savoir ce que je faisais dans la vie ect. Je répondis que j'étais étudiante en question et que mon rêve est d'être écrivain, Et il décida de débattre à propos des auteurs français du XIXème siècles, Ce fut passionnant et très intéressant ! Et ma pauvre mère qui s'ennuyait à en mourir ! Je sentais un lien qui commença à se nouer entre lui et moi…

Il rentra chez lui et ma mère ferma la porte… Elle ne parlait pas, elle me regardait juste mal Tout en débarassant la table… Je ne comprenais pas, nous avions juste discuté. Okay, je sentis une attirance envers lui, Mais cela passera ce n'est rien… D'un coup, elle commença à me dire des injures, Me disant que je n'étais qu'une moins que rien ! Elle me rabaissait, je ne comprenais rien…

Ce week end était froid et tendu… Mais le dimanche soir, Ma mère était venue me voir pour faire la paix. Emue et touchée j'acceptai ses excuses… Elle décida de préparer une tisane, Je bus et je m'endormis soudainement… Le lendemain matin, J'étais au lit en sueur ! J'étais dans une cave, Je ne voyais rien ! Il faisait chaud et humide, Il y avait une petite lumière indiquant la porte Et j'essayai d'y ouvrir… Mais non ! Elle était fermée à clé ! Je criai à l'aide, mais évidemment personne ne m'entendit… Je pleurai et je ne sus combien de temps J'attendus l'ouverture de cette foutu porte !

Je commençai à avoir soif, Je m'étouffai par cette chaleur humide éprouvante ! J'étais déshydratée… Et quasi morte, je vis une lumière… Est-ce le couloir de la mort ? Non, Mr Kursten qui se demandait où avais-je pu me cacher… Il m'emmena à l'hôpital, Cela faisait peur à voir ! Déshydratation, cernes très noires, des jours creuses… Heuresement, qu'il avait été là pour me sauver…

Point de vue de Grimhilde:

Je m'appelle Grimhilde Neige. J'ai gardé le nom de mon défunt mari… Paix à son âme… Je suis une brillante éditrice, Enfin je l'étais… Aujourd'hui en prison pour otage à ma propre fille Blanche… Je vais vous raconter mon histoire, Du pourquoi et du comment ai-je pu en arriver là…

Je l'avais proposé en tant que secrétaire Dans la maison des éditions, Où je travaillais. Voyez-vous, c'est bien beau avoir du talent, Mais il faut se responsabiliser, La vie d'artiste n'est pas évident ! Elle accepta et la voilà travaillait tout l'été auprès de moi ! J'étais contente.

Mon patron Mr Kursten était en voyage d'affaire Donc elle n'allait pas le connaître tout de suite. Elle apprenait et assimilait vite le travail de secrétaire, C'était un bon élément. Mr Kursten me manquait beaucoup, Je l'aimais tellement, Un jour je lui dévoilerai mes sentiments me dis-je…

Trois semaines après, Mr Kursten revint enfin de son voyage ! J'étais très contente, J'avais sauté à son cou pour lui dire bonjour ! Le pauvre il était gêné, Cela se voyait que je lui plaisai… Je lui proposai de passer chez moi un de ces soir, Pour dîner chez nous. Et il trouva cela une bonne idée, Oh génial, je n'avais qu'une hâte, C'était d'être à samedi soir !

Samedi j'allai faire du shopping, Pour me trouver une tenue spéciale, Rien que pour lui… J'entrai de magasins en magasins, Et je trouvais une belle petit robe noire et moulante ! Elle était simple et classe, Elle me rajeunissait, c'était parfait ! Je l'essayai, elle m'allait comme un gant ! Je l'achetai et je rentrai chez moi.

Je préparai le diné, Je me changeai passant de femme ordinaire en une femme fatale ! Ma fille était bouche bée, Ce qui était positif, J'aurais enfin Mr Kursten pour moi toute seule ! 21h pétante, Il arriva, je pris sa veste pour accrocher et je l'invitai à s'asseoir. Blanche faisait une de ces tête… Qu'est-ce qu'elle était laide Quand elle faisait la tête… Heureusement que j'étais souriante Et belle pour rattraper cette ratée…

La conversation commença, Mr Kursten demanda à Blanche de se présenter Ce qui est normal, la politesse. Et vint la discussion sur les auteurs français du XIXème siècles ! Je m'ennuyais à mourir, Je voyais Blanche comme une rivale ! Je savais qu'elle le voulait me le voler ! Je n'avais décidé qu'une chose, C'était de me débarasser de cette sotte, Mais je me contenais… La soirée se termina, Mr Kursten partit chez lui J'étais en colère, j'avais une de cette haine ! Et je m'étais mise à l'insulter, Je la voyais les larmes aux yeux… Je repris conscience et j'avais de la peine, Tout ce que je voulais, C'était de me cacher, d'où je décidis de ne pas lui parler ce week end pour me calmer…

Ce week end, j'envoyai un message d'amour à Mr Kursten, Il me répondit que cela n'était pas réciproque… Je me disais qu'il avait aimé Blanche Et non moi ! Qu'avait-elle de plus que moi ? Je menai un plan, j'allai vers elle prétextant vouloir la paix Et préparer une tisane… Elle était touchée, elle buvait mes paroles… Quelle sotte ! J'allai dans la cuisine préparai une tisane, Après l'infusion, je versai dans les deux tasses Et une des deux contenait un puissant somnifère ! Je ne vous dirai pas lequel c'est Puisqu'après vous allez en utiliser pour vos victimes, Bande de voyous ! Elle bu et s'était endormie et je la portais, Qu'est-ce qu'elle était lourde ! Et je l'emmenai au fin fond de la cave, Et je fermai la porte à clé…

Le lendemain, je pris son roman pour montrer cela à Mr Kursten, Ainsi, j'aurais ma gloire ! Je partis et en arrivant, Je décidai d'aller au bureau de Mr Kursten Donnant le dossier du roman demandant un avis de ce qu'il pensait de mon oeuvre… Et je rajoutai que Blanche était malade… Les jours passèrent, et je ne m'inquiétai pas pour l'état de ma fille, Après tout, un être humain peut survire pendant 4j sans boire une seule goutte d'eau ! Mr Kursten me convoqua et me félicita de mon excellent bouqin, Cela ferait un carton ! Victoire ! Champagne !

Puis, il me demanda des nouvelles de ma fille Blanche, Ma fille ? Blanche ? Oh mon Dieu ! J'étais en train de laisser ma propre fille pour morte ! Je lui dis toute la vérité. Alerté, il alla jusqu'à chez moi pour la chercher. Il l'a récupéra quasi morte, Il l'emmena à l'hôpital Et appela la police pour m'arrêter…

#psychiatrie #complexe de blanche-neige #jalousie #névrose

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After joker and the thief

The crowds run away. The sky gets darker. Carlos loses all his swagger and confidence and hides behind jay. A flock of ravens fly down from a building towards the teenagers. The ravens grow closer together forming...)

Maleficent: well

Mal: um. I’m so sorry. We tried really hard

Evie: thanks for landing us in it magenta

Mal (to Evie): SHUDDIT. (To Maleficent). We did but

Maleficent (eyes glowing dangerously): I do not want to hear it. Once again. You have failed at the most basic and simplistic of instructions. Use your magic and that of your minions to bring down the barrier to free me from this prison. And you keep failing!

(During this little speech the four teens are doubled over in pain)

Carlos: we’re sorry we’re sorry we’re sorry

(Maleficent stalks over to Carlos and grabs him by the chin)

Maleficent: oh I know you are. Believe me. I know how sorry you are. No. No. Don’t cry. Sweet puppy. Don’t cry. It will just make what I have to say worse off for you.

(With that she launches him into the air. Missing the barrier by inches. The other three set the faces in an attempt to stop themselves from helping him. Jay bites his tongue to hold back the tears)

Maleficent: now

(Mal rushes over catches Carlos and holds him until he stops shaking)

Maleficent (unmoved by this display of blatant affection): follow me

(The four of the follow her into the building. They’re greeted by Grimhilde and Jafar)

Grimhilde: sweetheart I do so hope you weren’t eating while you were amongst the rabble.

Evie: n nuh nao

Grimhilde: you know how much I detest mumbling. Enunciate or I shall have to feed your tongue to Diablo

Evie (swallowing hard): I. Found a peach at the market. I took it. And threw it at a commoner.

Grimhilde: good. I have to keep you at the proper size of you are to ever find a husband on this trash heap.

Jafar: oh your majesty come now. (Much to Evie’s horror he caresses her chin with his hand). Your daughter has grown into a fine young lady that any man would be lucky to wed

Evie (small voice): mother. May I.

Grimhilde: permission granted.

Evie: thank you

(Her eyes glow bright sapphire blue and she sinks her teeth into the mans hand. He howls in pain)

Jafar (raiding his hand to slap her): you worthless little who

Jay (grabbing his dads wrist): don’t you dare touch her.

(Jafar stops and contemplates his son. Then slaps jay so hard the teen in knocked to the floor. He grabs his son by the hair and pulls him up to face him. There’s a small trickle of blood on the left corner of jay’s mouth)

Jafar: if you ever. Ever. Talk to me like that again. I will make you kill the pet. Do you understand me boy?

Jay: yes sir. I promise I’ll behave

Jafar: good.

Maleficent (rapping her sceptre on the ground): enough! We are off subject. Girls. Take him outside and clean him up. Nothing should ever blemish such a pretty face

(Once they’re alone. More importantly. Carlos is alone. Among three very powerful adults)

Jay (cleans himself up): there. I’m pretty again. Let’s go back inside and help C.

Evie: too quick.

Jay and Mal: do you really want to prolong this?

Evie: you both know I don’t. But we all know she’ll know if we don’t take our time. I’ve got the ointment. Mal you take the stitches.

(Back inside)

Maleficent: tell me boy. How long does it normally take the girls to clean him up after injuries.

Carlos: anywhere from thirty seconds to three minutes.

Maleficent: very well then. We shall wait three minutes exactly. Or. You are to go home with your mother

(Later)

Maleficent: would you look at that. And with 45 seconds to spare as well. Mal! Sit! Scalp!

(She sifts through her daughters hair growing more and more disappointed by the second)

Maleficent: still nothing. Not even bumps. You my girl need to try harder. The most important lesson I can teach you is how to be me

Mal (at the same time): ...how to be you. I understand mother. And I promise I’ll do better.

Maleficent: I know you will. Because you know what will happen if you don’t

(Carlos’s screams echo in Mal’s head)

Mal: yes

Maleficent: now. On to business. You four have been chosen to go to a new school. In Auradon.

Mal: what?

Jay: I don’t uniforns

Carlos: are there dogs there?

Evie (wistfully): or princes

Grimhilde: I told you my girl would take it well

Maleficent: like everything else in your pitiful little lives you have no choice in this matter or any other. It’s quite simple really. You go to Auradon. You get the fairy godmothers wand. Destroy all those who get in your way. Free me. And I will subjugate the survivors

Mal: what’s in it for us?

Maleficent: the knowledge that you and I have finally triumphed

Carlos: I think she means us?

(He does the “whole lot of us” gesture)

Maleficent: Oh. Well. I suppose Mal does need minions. So I guess I will allow you to live. Mal. Walk with me

(Mal follows her mother out to the terrace)

Maleficent: now. I never thought much of you. The incessant wailing nearly cracked my horns. But it was that wonderful piece of pettiness that convinced me you had it in you to be one of the greatest threats the realms have ever seen

Mal: Oh?

Maleficent: behind me of course dear.

Mal: Oh

Maleficent: my freedom rest on your scrawny little shoulders. Do not fuck it up. Oh for Lucifers sake. She’s back. Hide the human

(Mal looks down. She blanches. She runs back into the room and pulls Carlos into the sleeping area behind the curtain)

Carlos (fearfully): she’s back isn’t she?

(Mal holds his head in her hands. And he falls into a dreamless noiseless sleep. At that moment the door bangs open. A rather tall unkempt doddering figure stands in the doorway smelling strongly of alcohol and cigarettes. Her half black and half white hair tangled and greasy. On her skeletal frame hangs an unwashed moulting coat made of dog fur. She’s swaying slightly in a drunken stupor. Despite the six very powerful magic users in the room already the woman exudes an aura of menace that only a human mortal can have

Cruella: CARLOS. WHERE ARE YOU YOU FOUL LI(hic)TLLE WRETCH

Grimhilde: he’s not here De Vil. We sent him back forty minutes ago.

Cruella: well he isn’t there.

Jafar: listen you gin soaked bitch. You know damn well that it takes an hour to get to your hovel.

Cruella: very weh (brarp) ell the then. But I assure you that if he isn’t there. I will find him.

The other three parents: oh you will

(Cruella leaves)

Maleficent: she’s gone. Wake it up

Carlos: is she...?

Jay: yeah

Maleficent: are you quite happy now Mal? I kept the mutt from the drunk. After all I’ve done for you. Won’t you go to Auradon and do this one measly little thing for me?

Mal (resigned to her fate): how long do we have to pack?

Maleficent: to hours. Starting now

(Evie heads to the door)

Grimhilde: wait. You forgot the appliances!

Maleficent: well then open the safe

(Grimhilde, rolling her eyes, opens the fridge door. She chuck the spellbook at Mal who catches it)

Mal: there’re pages missing

Maleficent: Oh. I tore them out. They’re of no use to anyone. After all. Nobody loves you. And they only work if there are wretched feelings originally

Mal (realising what her mother means and feeling even more useless then usual): Oh

Grimhilde: Evie. This mirror can show you anything and everything you want. I assume you know the incantation

Evie: yes mother

Jafar: I don’t have anything to give to you. Frankly I don’t think you’re worth it.

Jay: ok pops.

Maleficent: So you lot pack. And in two hours meet back here for collection

(They teenagers leave)

Carlos: we’re not going to be here this time tomorrow. I. I want to. To dance. But

Mal: I know buddy.

Jay: where the hell are you going

Evie: I’m saying goodbye.

Mal: to what?

Carlos: I know. Don’t worry. I know

(Elsewhere)

Evie (speaking into the mic): hey. You’re probably still in bed and. Um. I’m not exactly sure how to tell you this but. Me Carlos jay and the one who hates me have been picked to go to Auradon. You know. The uh the place where with the princes. I’ll come back. Once I’ve settled in I’ll come back. This is a promise. I promise you that I will come back and get you and bring you back with me. And I would really like it if you came and said goodbye. But if you can’t. Goodbye sis.

(She darts back to Maleficent’s building)

Jay: got everything E?

Evie: yeah

Carlos: you said your goodbyes?

Evie: yes. I gave her the peach

Carlos: naturally

Mal: so how are we gonna do this?

Jay: I sit up front. You next to me. Carlos next you. E next to Carlos.

Mal: of course. Of course. But I was referring to this

(She opens the door and shows the the thousands of sweets and candy and junk food in the limos snack bar)

Mal: bon appétit

(The other three scramble into the limo. Mal looks back at the terrace to see her mother staring coldly down at her. They’re eyes glow in farewell. And Mal gets in the limo between jay and Carlos)

(Later. POV shot. Someone’s running hurriedly to Maleficent’s. They get there just after the limo leaves the barriers confines. Maleficent notices them and sneers)

Maleficent: you are too late my girl. You know she will forget you right. They all will. That illusion of caring she gives will disappear the moment she gets a taste of the life she thinks she deserves. You’d be better off forgetting about. Because you and I both know she will forget about you

(With that she stalks back inside and it starts to rain)

#disney descendants #mal bertha #carlos de vil #jay son of jafar #evie grimhilde #maleficent descendants #charlize theron #evil queen descendants #lana parrilla #jafar descendants #naveen andrews #cruella de vil descendants #zendaya!mal

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