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I 'll be with You in a few minutes.
" I just gotta throw me cheese in the fridge . "
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Chapter Twenty-Seven (Part 2)
Jude is on Skype when I get to Clontarf. I hear his smooth, low voice reverberate through the walls of his bedroom and I stand there for several moments trying to gauge whether or not he’s having the kind of conversation that I can just barge in on. I hear him laugh and say something that sounds casual rather than job-interview-like, so I push through the door.
“Oh, Evie just got here,” He says to the person on call with him, “Do you want to say hi?”
Who wants to say hi to me? I gingerly place my bag onto his chair and perch on the bed with him. A wide, round face beams at me through the screen. “Well hello there,” the woman says, “gosh, what a beautiful girl!”
“Thank you,” I say self-consciously, tucking my hair behind my ears, and Jude puts his arm around me to kiss my temple hello. “This is my girlfriend, Evie, and Evie, this is my great aunt Maureen.”
“Oh, from America,” I say, which makes her laugh for some reason.
“Well I’m happy to know he’s mentioned me!” She says, and she has a similar accent to him, or, maybe the reverse of it. An Irish woman who held fiercely to her Dublin syllables even after decades in America, even though that southwestern twang has crept in along the edges and slowed it all down so that she doesn’t sound in a hurry anymore. I bet it’s too damn hot in New Mexico to do anything at speed, including talking.
“When will you come and visit?” She says then, and I don’t know if she’s speaking to him or me or us both, but I let Jude answer her while I sit there and feel like an alien. Nobody knows that I just bawled my eyes out at my therapist’s office and said that I said I constantly think about dying.
“God, we’d love to. Maybe later in the year, do you think?” Jude is saying, “You know I’ve really been missing America lately.”
“‘Cause it’s been so long since you’ve come! Come for Thanksgiving, won’t you? I think it’d be perfect with all the kids around, although, you know, I can hardly call them kids when they’ve all got kids of their own. Evie, have you ever had a thanksgiving?”
“No, Maureen, I haven’t,”
“You’ll love it. Love it,” and in case I have any doubt about how much I’ll love it she and Jude proceed to have a lengthy conversation about all the food they used to cook together, pumpkin this and pumpkin that, I’ve never had pumpkin anything, and the alien feeling intensifies.
The conversation moves onto other things then, and I get restless when Maureen starts asking Jude about his job search. He tells her what’s been happening, the interview with a prop place near Portsmouth that he didn’t get a good feeling from, his correspondence with another studio in London, and the interview lined up for Tuesday at another, and then I wait for her to say the inevitable, which she does, “Why don’t you just come to America?”
He starts telling her why it’s not an option right now while she reminds him of all the things he used to love about it before he was ripped out of his precious homeland by his evil parents and then I get off the bed and start picking items of his clothing off the floor and folding them away. I’m aware that obsessive cleaning is what my mother does when my father has done something to piss her off, and consider the value of bringing this fact to my next therapy session with Helen. Maybe she’ll have something enlightening to say about it.
What’s so great about America anyway? I toss a rogue sock into his hamper. What do they have that we don’t have? Aside from like, semi automatic machine guns and UFOs? There’s so much stuff on this floor. I scoop up a pile of books and plop them onto his desk. Just because he’s American doesn’t mean that he has to just go back there. Why do people keep saying that? He doesn’t want to. He wants to move to London so I can’t see why people can’t just shut up about it. He lived in Berlin for four years, for God’s sake, so why is it inconceivable that he might see himself in-
“Evie, why are you cleaning my room?”
“Hm?”
Jude snaps his laptop shut, “I don’t want you to clean my room.”
“Did you hang up on Maureen?”
“No we said goodbye,” His eyebrow twitches, “She said goodbye to you too.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear her,” I grab a Nike runner and then the other once I’ve located it under a discarded sweatshirt.
“Um, you can stop cleaning if you want.”
“Okay,” I find a place for them and stash them neatly at the bottom of the open wardrobe and feel his eyes on me.
“You just kind of walked away mid conversation,” he points out delicately.
“Well, it was your conversation to have. I didn’t think I was going to just, like, walk in on like that. I would have waited if I’d known. Gone for a walk along the seafront or something.”
“I didn’t know how much you didn’t want to talk to Maureen, honestly.” I glance at him and he looks hurt, which is too much to bear at the moment, so I grab a fistful of pencils and shove them back into an upturned pencil case by their side. “Evie, stop. What’s the matter?”
“Well I just had my first therapy session, and you didn’t ask about it.”
“I haven’t had a chance to, c’mere, tell me about it.”
“You knew I was there and you knew when I’d be back and you talked to your great aunt anyway.”
“She called me. I wasn’t going to not pick up on her, she doesn’t call me often.”
“Okay, well…” I can’t think of anywhere else to put my anger and end up channelling it into the zip of the pencil case, which won’t close around the pencils I’ve shoved into it even though there are way too many of them to fit. Jude has the audacity to take the whole thing out of my hand. “Stop cleaning,” he says firmly. “What is wrong? Come here, please, tell me about your session.”
“You think I’m crazy,” I say, because I’ve just been acting crazy.
“I don’t. Come here.”
I don’t budge.
“Evie.”
“Why is everyone insisting that you move to America?”
“What? Nobody is insisting that, why are you saying that?”
“Maureen just did.”
“She means it as a joke, she doesn’t think I’m actually going to move back, it’s just that she misses me, I suppose,” He runs his fingers through the front of his hair, “I was like her kid for a while and then I moved away, and I don’t go and visit enough, she’s just… well it’s just wishful thinking.”
“My cousin’s girlfriend said it too.”
He makes a face, “Your cousin’s girlfriend doesn’t know anything about me.”
“She knows that they make movies in LA.”
“Yeah, so does everybody, no prizes to her for that one.”
“I just think that you’re going to change your mind about London and you’re going to contact a studio in LA, it seems like an obvious thing to do.” I’m wound so tightly that I can’t even imagine trying to move my body. My hand is still frozen in a claw like it’s trying to force up the zip of the pencil case that’s now sitting on the bed out of reach, and Jude’s eyebrows fly up incredulously. “You told me to contact a studio in LA.”
“Have you done it?”
“I’m a bit afraid to say that I have.”
“Oh right.”
“For feedback. It was your idea.”
“Well you never said that you contacted them, it’s like you were keeping it a secret from me.”
“I would have if you’d given me a chance to talk to you, but you just came in here and started picking fights with me.”
“I don’t want a fight.”
“Then quit picking one.”
“How many places did you contact?”
He sighs, “Come on, Evie.”
“No, how many?”
“Four, I think.”
“Four?”
“Yeah, four, and they haven’t responded yet, so there’s nothing to report back.”
“Okay, well, maybe they won’t.”
He leans onto an elbow and stares down at his nails, shaking his head, and I feel threatened by this. Is he angry with me? Disappointed?
“What?” I demand shakily.
He purses his lips.
“Jude, what?”
“Would you be pleased if none of the LA studios ever responded to me?”
“Would I be-”
“I mean if I sent emails to those places with a long enthusiastic letter tailored to each individual one, attached my portfolio that I’ve worked myself to the bone on for the last year, and merely asked for their feedback on it, would it make you happy if they all ignored me?”
I’m flabbergasted. That’s obviously not what I meant. “Of course I wouldn’t.”
“Okay because it just feels like you’re pretty relieved by the thought that none of them might want anything to do with me, and like, for the record, it’s not like I think I’m good enough to work for them, okay? I’m not that delusional, but at this point it feels like I’ll take any help I can get, because nothing is working out. I’ve applied for dozens of jobs this summer and I’ve heard nothing from the vast majority of them. They don’t even reply to me to say I’m not suitable most of the time, that’s how shitty they all think I am, so if the interview with that London place doesn’t pan out next week and nobody from LA comes back to me with a shred of guidance on my portfolio then I really don’t know what I’m going to do. It’s looking like I’ll end up getting some shit job in a fucking Aldi just so I have something to do with my time so it’s really great to know that you’re gunning for me to fail.”
He flips onto his back with the heels of his hands in his eye sockets and lets out a groan of despair, “I’m not used to failure. I don’t know how to handle myself.”
I want to crumple to the floor in anguish. I am dreadful. Perhaps I should leave town and change my name and save him the effort of breaking up with me, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know- I should be more supportive. I don’t want you to fail. I only want the opposite.”
“Why did you come over if you were going to be like this? I was looking forward to seeing you and hearing about your session, and now…” He trails off, but he needn’t say more because I know what he means. I’ve taken what could have been a good moment and soured it because of the inherent ways that I am. This is the first crack, I think, the moment that I will look back on and think, yes, that’s when we both knew unequivocally that I’d make him unhappy. Perhaps, I think, I should get back on the bus and go back to Helen and tell her that I’ve changed my mind and I’d like to take pills after all, because being numb and sedated seems like a nice idea all of a sudden.
“I’m sorry Jude,” I whisper again, and I perch on the edge of the bed with my back to him because I can sense he’s doing that thing he does when he’s upset, where he shuts himself off to me and builds a wall around himself, and I don’t want to see that glazed, stony look on his face ever again.
Except he isn’t doing that. His hand is on my shoulder, “Evie, c’mere.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know you’re sorry, can I have you?”
“Have me?”
“Yeah I just want to hold you for a while. I don’t want to be like this. I’ve had enough relationships where I fight, I don’t want it with you, please.”
This is new, I think, as he bundles me into his arms and lays down with me so that my face is nestled against his collarbone, the flutter of his breath in my hair, and there is nothing to look at so I close my eyes and breathe him in. “I’ve upset you,” I murmur.
“I’m alright, it’s just been a weird time,” he plants an almost impossibly tender kiss on the crown of my head, “and I’m edgy.”
“I know. It’s fair enough. I really didn’t mean that I want you to fail , I want everything for you, I want you to succeed and I know you will, I think that’s why I’m scared, because the possibilities are so endless and your life could take you anywhere-”
“I don’t want anywhere I want here.”
Here feels pretty good, with our legs wound together and his heartbeat beneath my ear. The warmth and darkness he’s made for me in his arms is like a cocoon that I never want to emerge from. He squeezes me as tightly as his restraint will allow him, “Christ,” he says, “I love you so much it’s nuts.”
“I love you too.”
“It’s never like this, not with anyone else. I’ve never felt like this before. I want you to know how serious I am.”
“So intense,” I laugh into his chest and he squeezes an involuntary sound out of me and I squeak like a child’s toy.
“I love you too much to fight with you. Let’s not do that again.”
“That’d mean I’d have to stop being insane, I think.”
“You’re not insane, don’t say that.”
“My therapist said that.”
“No she did not.”
“Okay,” I chuckle, “She didn’t.”
“What did she say?”
But I’m too cosy to go there right now. I snuggle up against him, and it’s the kind of embrace that makes it easy to forget that hardship and badness exists. “Hmm, I’ll tell you in a sec,” I promise, and bask in blissful feelings for just five more minutes.
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A different sort of man
Chapter 5
Cw: cheating (technically?) Racism
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Gif by @jeonfknjungkook
“I will not leave until I have seen him.” Grace demands with her arms crossed.
“The Lady is not to be disturbed, please come back later.” Lady Smallbrook's housekeeper stands her ground and tried to get her to leave.
But Grace heard it all the same, god, he was never this enthusiastic in bed with her.
Angry tears welled up in her eyes.
Wasn’t it enough that she’d given him the boy? Wasn’t it enough that she had killed for him?
Grace takes her gun and aims it at the servants.
“Tell me to leave one more time, and I will shoot.” The Irish woman warned and went to confront her dirty gypsy husband.
He's got dirty blood, no amount of money’s going to wash it off, her aunts and uncles had said and she hadn’t paid attention to their cruel words even when she discovered he still had his way with Lizzie Stark during their long engagement.
“I love you, Evie,” her husband said to the woman who she had believed to have gotten rid off for good in 1919. “God, I missed you.”
Campbell had promised to send her back where she came from for interfering in her mission.
And yet here she was in bed with Grace’s husband.
She could kill them both. She’s got the bullets for it.
But she doesn’t.
Not when the whore takes Thomas’ gun and aims it at her.
“Fire that gun, Miss. Burgess, and I’ll make sure you it’s you who meets us in hell.” The woman threatened and Grace does the best not to cry, but her angry and heartbroken tears flow freely as she stands there like the pathetic wife in a novel.
“How could you?” she shouts at them, at her husband. “How could you?”
“Fuck, fuck,” Eva paces as she tried to make sense of what went wrong.
This Eva has a baby, a complex business and hopefully a diary of sorts.
The only diary, Eva has kept was that one with visions she had in the desert and of no use.
Or could it?
“Call Polly, she might be helpful.” Thomas, not the Tommy who lives here, suggested as he dressed for today.
She should do the same, but in her panic when the three-year-old boy cried for her, she forgot.
There are photographs, a list the other Eva made for Thomas and hopefully a Polly Gray willing to help.
They still spoke to each other, not as warm as it used to be. Polly thought she had been using them when she was told to choose between certain death or boring Lord Smallbrook.
“I know, Shelby. I’m not stupid.” She told her apparent husband.
What had she done wrong? She said the words exactly as it said, what went wrong?
“Should we stop her?” Eva asked and Tommy shrugged as Grace ran out in tears and saying all the horrible things she had been holding back.
Gypsy bastard, bean-eating tramp, son of a whore, brown-skinned foreign whore, fucking tinker.
Tommy wondered if this Thomas knew how racist his wife could be when pushed over the precipice.
Eva never stooped that low, the most hurtful thing she said to him was that he had big fucking head for such a short man and immediately apologized after.
“She’s not my wife, I don’t know.” He said wanting to return to much better things.
“No, but she thinks you are her husband.” Eva pointed out.
“Fuck.” How do you explain, I am not your husband, at least not in my universe?
How do you explain that the Thomas who loves her is stuck in a universe where he got over her less than a few days after she left?
Fuck.
It was one thing pretending to be this Thomas for a day, it will be hell to be Thomas Shelby for any longer than that.
Hell, he already had ruined his marriage in the span of twenty-four hours.
Oh, well, there was nothing he could do about it.
“Do you know what you fucked up in your spell last night?” he asked turning to his real wife.
“I have some theories. One involves the house.”
Up until this year, Eva was relatively weak.
Somewhere, an Eva had begun using her magic to its full potential and opened the tap for every Eva in every fucking universe.
Every attempt at scrying used to end with a headache, once she lost her shadow at a party and her husband may have died because she separated his soul from his body when she played the wicked witch and tied him to a cursed chair.
This Eva had chosen at random following a dumb question by her husband.
What would my life be without you, chovvikanon?
And as luck would have it, the spell had worked and sent him to Grace Burgess’ bed.
At least that universe had her, some universes Eva has been dead for years, is married to someone else, or flat out doesn’t exist.
The obsidian mirror Eva inherited from her late aunt manages to become clear as a window and reveals, not Tommy and his wife. No, it reveals and absolutely livid Grace who just trashed Arrow House in all its gaudiness, packed her things and has her muttering the letter she has written to her cheating husband.
“I lied; the boy isn’t yours.” She says and ordered for Mary to give this to her husband.
“I’m sorry, Thomas.” The witch apologized to the man who is more heartbroken about the boy not being his than his wife leaving.
“I had my suspicions about the boy, but it wasn’t your fault.” He dismissed her apology as he watched Grace take the crying boy and leave his life forever. It hurt him, not that the man would admit it.
“Still, I’m sorry this happened to you.” The witch said softly, and he nodded accepting her sympathies.
When they arrive at Arrow House, a grim-faced Polly and an apologetic Johnny Dogs greet Tommy.
“She took the boy and left a letter, Tom.” The Romani man said, taking his hat off and giving him his sympathies.
“A problem for the other Thomas, Johnny.” Polly said as she took them inside where every painting has been torn apart, everything breakable broken and a letter in a vase missing roses and filled with thorns. “This one is just relieved Grace won’t be an inconvenience.”
“Unfortunately.” Tommy said with a shrug.
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✦ GRACE VAN PATTEN, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ✦ victoria ‘tori’ connell the twenty six year old has been in willow’s edge for her entire life and was a cousin to sarah/toby/jamie/june, the deceased family. whispers on the streets are that the baker @ cake my day who lives in winslow are said to be enigmatic and reckless but i guess we’ll find out for ourselves.
Full Name: Victoria Evelyn Connell
Nickname: Tori, Evie
Age: Twenty Six
DOB: June 9th, 1997
Hometown: Willow's Edge, SC
Occupation: Baker @ Bake My Day
Family: Oliver & Margot Connell (Parents, Living), TBA Connell (Older Sibling, Living), Penelope Connell (Older Sister, Living), Rocky (Australian Shepherd, 3 years old)
BIOGRAPHY
go ahead and have your award winning memoirs. the books that tell you in black and white how you too can be a millionaire like the person the story's about, or subtly guilt you down a path of self reflection because 'what have you been doing with your life up until this point?'. if you're looking for that, you've unfortunately come to the wrong place, my friend. because this story is simply, and i mean simply, about one victoria 'tori' connell.
born the youngest of the connell's, the baby of the family could admittedly get away with borderline m*rder and her parents wouldn't bat an eye. their little darling couldn't possibly do anything wrong, and at times tori did take advantage of that 'youngest child' privilege. she'd sneak out with friends during high school after homework and come back at all hours, her parents never suspecting a thing. of course, it also helped her parents were almost always arguing in private . . . so they wouldn't notice anyways.
trouble always did have an uncanny habit of finding tori, or more likely than not, falling at her feet. it was all too tempting to resist. whether that was a party far too late at night than she should've been out, or a bully twice her size that she near eagerly went toe to toe with. she jumped head first whenever trouble waltzed her way with glee, happy to help out or see wherever the flow of the chaos took her. one could look at it as her way of coping with the tense feeling her parents' dynamic left in the house.
aside from a year abroad during her last year of college, tori's lived her whole life in town and truly? hasn't wanted for anywhere else ( though some would say anyone who grew up in the rich neighborhood would be like that ). she loves willow's edge, her family and everyone she's ever known ( for better or worse ) is there. it's why when she graduated, she settled right back into town, very happily too.
how did she land on baking as a career? especially when her cousins own the local hotel, seems like it'd be easier to go into the family business, right? food has always been something of a love language for tori, and in her opinion, you can brighten near anyone's day with a favorite treat of theirs. so when she heard that bake my day was hiring? she applied immediately. started as a cashier and worked her way up to a baker, and loves it. even if she resorts to being a late sleeper on the weekends.
(tw death) coping with the deaths of her uncle, aunt and cousins has been rough, though tori has never been the type to show it outright until it bubbles over uncontrollably. she bottle’s everything up inside, focusing on everyone else’s wellbeing as her way of coping and ignoring her own pain. she’s more of a ‘help everyone deal with their pain, then cry to herself later’ type. she was close to all of the willows, so it’s hit her hard, but she tries not to think about it.
personality wise: tori's confident but not to the point of cocky, think a laidback confidence if you will that hits you when you least expect it. she has a subtle nurturing way about her, in the sense of she wants to make sure everyone in her life is doing ok, and if they’re not she wants to help (coming from a background with her parents constantly arguing behind closed doors, tori wants to make sure people are okay even when they don't say it). she loves to have fun and go out on the town and live it up . . . or stay in and do the same. also trust me, she knows way more than she probably should about certain stuff. don't ask her how or when she learned how to hot wire a car or pick a lock, just go with it.
aesthetics: the euphoric moment when the alcohol hits, fruit & floral scented perfume, sitting on the porch whilst music plays softly from the house, polaroids of faraway places you’ve been, makeshift headbands made out of scarves, laying in the bed of a beat-up truck to the look at the stars, fruity drinks, storm clouds on the horizon, flour smudged cheeks & coaxing grins, wine drank straight from the bottle, picking fruit fresh from the tree, paint stained fingers, skipping stones across a creek, boots kicked up on the porch railing, pulling you in to dance with her when she hears a song playing that she likes, slamming doors echoing in a big house, the anticipation that dark clouds on the horizon brings, baking & cooking for you to make sure you ate something, wind whipping your hair with the windows rolled down.
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Here's an excerpt of chapter 2 from my book.
📚✨Evie finds herself disillusioned at a public school dominated by fanciful tales of magical sensitivity and elvish heritage. As her peers fall for the deception, Evie reflects on the societal desire for superiority and the absurdity of the magical narratives she once embraced.🌟🧙♂️
“I probably couldn’t even use a Talisman. My mom has a lot of elvish on her side so I’m like super sensitive to that stuff.” A girl prattled on to her friend. Evie ate alone as she had the past three days since starting at Ward 3 – Kearns Secondary. The girl and boy next to her were in her class and never once had they uttered a word in there. Out here they wouldn’t shut the fuck up.
“Oh my god I know. Could you imagine having to carry like a big wooden staff or something? I could never.” The boy mindlessly contributed.
“Mine would be a crown.” The girl stated miming out the placement of her contradiction upon the top of her head.
“Ya, totally.” The boy agreed unsarcastically.
It had been a glorious victory for Evie to be enrolled in public school. She had worked tirelessly to be expelled from every private school her father threw at her:
Andover School of Math and Science: Mild arson in the Gym. Fucking fascists.
Rosemary Mann Academy of Arts and Letters: Slashed all the teacher’s tires in the parking lot. Damn hippies.
Fishburne Service Academy: Blackmailed the teacher to flunk her out of school. Those fuckers didn’t give up easy.
She was deeply proud of her accomplishments, but now being here she was gravely disappointed. She had hoped she might find some comradery in her fascination with Places of Power, Constructs, and the building blocks of engineering. She only found the same ignorant conversations about “magical sensitivity” and elvish heritage. These two kids didn’t even know the extent of it. The students at Andover, even Rosemary Mann, would eat them alive. The lie they so willingly believed was just another part of her family’s, and other families like hers, generational predation. It wasn’t even a good one. It was easily contested, proven to be inaccurate, and just required a modicum of dignity to overcome. It appeared to her, now most of all, that people just wanted any excuse to feel superior.
“I’m actually related to Baroness Du Kompf.” Said the girl.
“No way! That’s crazy.” The boy responded.
Evie actually knew the Du Kompfs. Or rather, had met several members of the extensive family at the stuck-up galas her parents forced her to go to.
“Excuse me, sorry, but did you say you’re related to the Du Kompfs?” Evie asked, feigning excitement to grab their attention. The girl suddenly looked uncomfortable when she realized someone besides the two of them were listening to the conversation.
“I mean, ya, but like distantly you know? She’s like my great, great, great, great aunt. Or something.” She replied with a sharp antagonized tone. The boy next to her nodded in agreement. Evie didn’t believe her, but the girl obviously wanted to be a part of the world she came from, and she was more than happy to oblige her in this life lesson.
“I went to Andover with Ari Du Kompf!” Evie exclaimed excitedly. This was true, and she liked Ari. They were friends in kindergarten and first grade. Until her father embezzled a large sum of money and they had to relocate back home to the Caspian Republic.
“You went to Andover? Why are you here?” the boy asked skeptically. Evie didn’t appreciate the newfound discernment. He’d been so willing to accept the nonsense spouted by his harebrained friend, why was her own life so unbelievable?
“I didn’t enjoy the education they offered. I wanted somewhere that focused on things like Engineering, Constructs, Points of Power and all that.” Evie replied truthfully.
The two of them looked at her as if she’d just told them she ate from the trash.
“Isn’t Andover a math and science school?” the boy asked her incredulously.
“Right, but it's more in line with corporate markets, political sciences, asset management, and stuff like that. The only time they ever really get close to something like engineering is when discussing demographic economics, and its glanced over as something other people do.” She explained. It was lost on them.
“Wait, so are your parents like rich?” The girl asked her. She recognized the hungry look of envious admiration. She despised it.
“Oh yaaaa. But wait, so, do you know Ari?” Evie replied, trying her best to match their asinine cadence. The girl nodded her head enthusiastically. Her eyes offered no spark of recognition but swallowed her whole with a covetous yearning.
“I was so sorry to hear about the accident.” Evie lied.
“Uh, oh with Ari?! I know, it’s awful.” The girl replied instantly, leaning in past her friend to get closer to Evie.
“And that poor horse, and Romero!”
“Oh my god, I know.”
“That fire went on way too long, didn’t it?”
“Riiight?”
“Dongwagler’s up in smoke, and just like, poof! No more pistachio ice cream.”
“So fucked.”
“Westminster will never be the same. I don’t even think it's worth going this season.”
“I’m not.”
“Oh my god how could you even?” the boy agreed. Evie couldn’t believe it. Nothing would stop them from trying to envelop themselves in the same bullshit that her world had convinced everyone else was true.
She wasn’t hungry, and everyone else was boring. She was going for a walk.
“Dongwagler’s? Really?” She sneered. The two of them took a moment. Upon realizing they’d been duped they sneered back at her and called her weird. They blocked her off but made sure to speak loud enough so they could hear them laughing at her.
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What even are we?
Chapter one: The beginning?
Masterlist
“Ughhhh I’m genuinely so sick and tired of everything”, said the 14 year old girl in a whiny voice.
“What happened now,did you get another bad grade on your math test?”
“You know me so well Amelia,but honestly it’s not just that, I’m just getting so bored of life you know? I mean I’ve been living in this city for almost a decade now and I just really want a reset in life”, the little girl started to pout at the thought that she still had to wait four more years until she can finally leave.
Oh,it seems I forgot to introduce her!
Evelynn Edelindt , an 09 baby with big dreams. Evelynn has been feeling down lately, even more than usual. She’s starting to loose hope and wishes for a brand new start. Although , knowing her mother , she won’t get it.
Her mom wants her to have a good job , a brighter future and a better life than hers. An extravagant life. Which is completely understandable , but how will Evelynn tell her mother she only wants be a simple girl?
Easy , she’ll be keeping her in the dark until it’s time.
“So you’ll actually go through with it?”, asked her friend, Elodie , concerned.
“You didn’t believe me? Of course I’ll go through with it! I even looked at how much a one-way plane ticket would cost , and it’s pretty cheap”
“Well it is a one way ticket. How much is it?”
“Only about 400 euros , which isn’t a lot if you think about the distance”
Amelia looked at Evelynn curiously ,”How will you get the money for it? Would you even have enough to get your own place?”
Evelynn smiled at her friends and began to explain:” A studio apartment in seoul isn’t that expensive if you look in the right places. After I get myself an apartment, I’ll start looking for jobs!”
“And as for the money for the flight and stuff, I’ll have enough time to save up until I turn eighteen and drop out. Don’t worry, I have everything planned out perfectly”
“What about your family, will you tell them before you leave? Or are you going to run away or something” ,asked Elodie.
“I will for sure not tell my parents” ,Evelynn looked down with a sad smile on her face ,” But maybe I’ll tell my aunt or someone close to me, just so they don’t think I went missing or something”
Amelia looked confused, wouldn’t they notice her packing her stuff and leaving the house? Evelynn continued , and shut those thoughts down. “The night before I leave for the airport, I’ll spend the night at Vivienne’s place.I won’t take too many things with me anyway ,it's called a fresh start for a reason"
Poor little Eve was longing for a new environment! New buildings , new people , a new home.
And so she waited until the time was right.
Time skip: 4 years later , 1st of August (In the eyes of Vivienne…)
“It’s my last day here you know?”
The summer breeze was refreshing , the lake was clear and the waters were calm. The sun rays hitting her face in all the right places , making her slightly tanned skin glow.
“I know”
I looked at her with sadness in my eyes and a slight , fond smile painted my face. I was sad to see her leave , but I knew that , if I wanted her to be happy , I had to let her go.
“I’ll miss you , I’ll miss this” , her hair was dancing beautifully in the wind.
“Don’t forget about these moments , instead keep them locked in your heart , safe and sound”, I turned my gaze to the camera lying on the blanket,” That’s how you’ll know I’ll always be with you” I gently lifted it off of the floor , holding it in my small hands , looking at my bitten nails. Those last moments felt bittersweet.
” Evie, smile!” “Hm?”
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Omg more characters! It’s time for the rest of the Tilley and Kri families. So these families are enemies cause of opposite political parties. And each of them have their own personal enemy from the opposing family. (Jared and Andrew are personal enemies, but I already posted about them so they’re not in this post). I’m still workshopping the Coffey and Ingles families so I’ll post them when I’m comfortable with their designs and personalities. (Anyone in the Coffey and Ingles family who isn’t Christine and Kat are newer characters). So yeah have some Tilley-Kri family rivalry.
These characters are for my story “Evie’s Personal Novel” and I already explained that story in another post. So if you want to know more about my story, it’s lore, and the main characters; go to this post: https://www.tumblr.com/astriwilt/735434271123226624/alright-i-decided-to-post-stuff-about-my-goofy
Here’s their personal enemy list:
Morris Tilley- Arnold Kri
Lisa Tilley- Mary Kri
Anna Tilley- Sydney Kri
And Mason Tilley has no personal enemy
Anyway, who wants to see more bad gacha designs????!!! Woooooo!
This is the Tilley family AKA the villains of the story. (Andrew is the main villain but like I said I talked about him in the post linked above).
Guy with the hat: Morris Tilley (He/Him): Andrew Tilley’s uncle by marriage. This is the man who started the Tilley family along with his wife Lisa and he will not shut up about it. Married into the Tilley name, and then he and Lisa built their reputation amongst the dark reds (later leading to Mason and then Andrew’s crowning as king of the red kingdom). His entire life revolves around his family’s reputation, and he will do anything to uphold it. (This obviously includes very immoral things). (Also that candy cane is supposed to be an actual cane but gacha doesn’t have actual canes lmao).
Girl with the veil: Lisa Tilley (She/Her): Andrew Tilley’s aunt (his father’s sister). She is the mysterious woman of the Tilley family. She stays in the background and does the underhanded dirty work to keep them in power. Is basically like an underground crime boss. Has become very hardened and suppresses her emotions because of this.
Guy with brown hair: Mason Tilley (He/Him): Andrew Tilley’s father (Lisa Tilley’s brother). Former king of the red kingdom before abdicating the throne. Definitely the most insecure of the Tilley family. Even during his time as king his other family members outshined him. He gave up the throne to his son after believing he could do a better job. Never publicly announced this reason, and there are a lot of rumors as to why he abdicated.
Girl with blonde hair: Anna Tilley (She/Her): Andrew Tilley’s mother. This is where Andrew got his manipulation skills from. Anna likes to pretend she’s ditzy and dumb in order to lower people’s guards, but is actually the smartest member of the Tilley family. Has the most in common with Andrew, and is the biggest influence to his terrible behavior (even though the rest of his family still had a hand). And yes, Andrew is a total mama’s boy. Anna had the largest role in his life.
Now for the Kri family (woahhh Evie’s overprotective family. None of them will ever be as overprotective as Jared himself though).
Girl with black hair: Sydney Kri (She/Her): Jared’s wife and Evie’s mother. Very extroverted; a social butterfly. She’s probably the blue kingdom favorite out of the Kri family. Has a very bad temper though. Anger issues for days. These anger issues might lead her to do things she regrets later in the story 👀.
Guy with blonde hair: Arnold Kri (He/Him): Evie’s uncle by marriage. Tries to be a big politician like most of his family, but has a lot of social anxiety. Truly believes in his cause but doesn’t think he has the merits to be in the prestigious Kri family cause of his inability to publicly speak. Prefers cooking to politics though. Is passionate about cooking and uses it to de-stress.
Girl with brown hair: Mary Kri (She/Her): Evie’s aunt (Jared’s sister): A very classy and regal woman. But does she want to be regal? That’s the internal struggle 😎. She loves her family and firmly believes in the cause they stand for, but wonders if her privilege of being in a royal family is hurting blue systems. Sure, she like the rest of her family fights for blue system rights…but there are no blue systems in power…and she’s apart of that status quo by being in a red system royal family. The Kri family’s only blue system member can’t do anything politically, is hidden from the other kingdoms, and kept on a tight leash. “But it’s for her protection” she keeps telling herself. Is she a hypocrite?
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So imagine the Duke befriending a child and their parents then the child is very sick and he gets the little family out and away to get the child better medicine and it works and the parents keep away from the village only realising how bad it was when they were away
things happen and the child returns battered and bruised and wanting to make a difference somewhere but they can't and they die and then wake up in a strange world and they walk and find a child who has been there for a lot longer and is so weary for one so young and so old at the same time and they gather the child up and take care of her and they go on many years later (and many more children later who grow as people as much as they are able) they find another battered and bruised child who is not sad (yet) but angry at the world and everything in it and the child doesn't want them yet
and then something different happens something changes a rumble across the world and the first child realises her mother is dead and she feels relief utter relief and the weight on their shoulders on all their shoulders lessens and Eva this time leads them to what remains of a battle field and the two figures embracing one glowing and as they watch the one glowing disappears and they watch as the man gets up and smiles and also disappears
they leave and find the angry child but her edges aren't as sharp as they once and now she is just heartsick or heart broken perhaps where this time they don't say anything to her directly they just sit down and Eva for the first time talks about her mother, they were all aware of her mothers efforts to bring her back and as she spoke she used the mold to make a bowl and taking the cue the others did the same trying something that had been brewing since Miranda died the first time and from the bowl a flower grows
Eva is done talking now and another child takes her place all the while Evie watches despite her self and creeps forward curious and asks how to do that pointing at the 7 flowers and they shrug and just go try it its best if you're not really thinking per say just let your hands do what they want- Evie doesn't she grabs a handful and scoots back again (nervous that they would make her talk as well) and she begins to try and fails and tries again and fails getting frustrated and storming off this time Eva follows and finds Evie and just sits with her and goes you don't have to speak but listen to me and Evie is curious so she stays and listens for hours at the end Evie leaves again this time with a handful of mold and they Eva resumes her story as Evie try and manipulate the mold again going through the same cycle but this time Eva intervenes advising her to count and keep trying and on attempt something Evie is somewhat successful in making a vaguely recognisable shape of a dandelion
and Evies ability to see what happens in the world is still there and she doesn't use it as often but she does visit and observe Zoe who as luck would have it was talking about her and she watches it unfold and hears what Zoe has to say about her and Jack (and what Jack said in the mold to Ethan all those years ago) she goes back to mold and the group who now has a garden
Evie speaks now just the begining (before the Baker house) about the song one of the researchers sang near constantly (Go Tell Aunt Rhody)*1 and the many tests and the lives that were changed and her desire for a family only to be rejected by Miranda and later Mia*2
as she talked with Zoe's words in her head she realised that Mia rejecting her fucking hurt and she is still angry*3 and they understood through their own experiences at mother mirandas hands and things
it takes a lot longer for her to feel brave enough to talk about the Baker House and the Winters and Rosemary. Evie is afraid to be rejected again and condemned for her pain and her hate and her anger (they condem Mia yes but understand her to a extent what they heard about Lucas however? well they got pissed more so then ever before)
Evie grows and she wants to see the Winters again and visits one by one starting with Rose and Mia (she does not know how to talk to them yet just wants to see them), then with her family in tow finds Ethan and they talk (and Evie creates flowers) and listen and go their seperate ways and then Evie puts more thought into finding the Bakers and talking through it with them (it was both harder and easier then it was with Ethan... Marge does hold her hand for a short time)
all the while the mold itself changes grows calmer and more peaceful as a whole they find the masked Duke and heal him they heal the monstorous Rose clones (didn't heal more of changed they look like trees now unless you tilt your head in a certain way and you can see faces once contorted in pain and now looking like they sleep)
the inhabitants don't forget their pain and sorrow and some don't forget nor fully forgive but they do attain some semblence of peace
Developer interview
Mia did reject Evie and I will talk more on it when I finish replaying re7 it will be interesting to write to say the least (well it will be more Evie and Mia and Alan then Evie with the Bakers as a whole)
rejection in children link from pysch central
#resident evil#re evieline#resident evil village#short story?#partially inspired by the show for the haunting of hill house#and the good place#and on the other side by carrie hope fletcher#the last two have so many vibes and they kinda fit but not well they're the only two things that I can think off of the top of my head#mold therapy groups are my favourite headcanons#....also para norman I think of Aggie a lot when I think of Eveline (and Eva to a lesser extent)#the theif lord is another thing#also kinda peter pan#what a bizarre hobpodge of things right I mean to quote the good place put the peeps in the chili pot and add the m&ms repeat forever#does evie have an ability to see the outside world? kinda? again its not something I can definently say without playing it myself#i don't even know what made this come into my head at this point here we are#i like it#Imma go and watch that one scene in paranorman again now#ellie rambles in the tags#ethan winters#mia winters#rosemary winters#zoe baker#orignal characters I might have a list of their names i might not#also fuck Lucas#and#capcom if re9 isn't mia and rose I will hunt you for sport#you hear me?#not quite happy with the ending but idea that i wanted to share#long post#am i perfectionist? yes yes I am
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Anthony Tremaine headcanons revised:
His full name is Anthony Francis Tremaine. He is named after both of his grandfathers (Cinderella's dad and His mom's dad).
He has a variety of nicknames including but not limited to; Tony, Ant, Anty, Red, Ton, Carrot top, Francis, Fran, Franny, Annie, Tremaine, Maine, Trem, and Lord Tremaine.
He's also called a variety of pet names by Harriet, mainly luv, Batty, Bats, and bat boy.
He is the Quartermaster in Harriet's crew.
His family is originally from France and nobility, and while he's outgrown the whole 'Lord Tremaine ' thing, he's still bitter about it.
He's also bitter about the fact that FG granted Cindy's wishes but not the kids of the isles'.
He used to wish and wish to be taken off the isle with his friends and family, hoping that FG would grant them. She never did.
He is very family oriented and would do anything for his mother, siblings, and cousins.
He longs to be reunited with his father (and admittedly his aunt and her family).
He hates his aunt and grandmother, which is funny because he's his grandmother's favorite.
He only has one thing from each of his grandads—a pair of cufflinks from his step granddad and a long broadsword from his bio granddad.
He loves cats—mainly black ones because they remind him of Lucifer and Lucifer's kittens. One of which he owns.
He named it lord. Don't judge him.
He has 3 brothers and 4 sisters in this order— Ellie, Aaron, Colombe, Anya, Amara, Frankie, and Felix. Some of them are adopted.
He has 7 cousins in total—Dorothy, Daphne, Debbie, Dixie, Delanie, Dotty, and Dizzy.
His cousins can be a bit nasty—towards Dizzy (in good fun they claim) and others.
He doesn't always get along with the 6 of them (and his siblings on occasion), because of this.
He's really studious because he wants to be worthy of the title 'Lord Tremaine'— his favorite subjects are history, Geography, and Foreign languages.
He has a photographic memory.
He practices knife fighting with his cousins and siblings, and really likes the sport.
His main weapon is a baseball bat because he feels better and more confident using it than a sword.
He likes dancing and singing, and playing the flute and the piano.
He isn't the best fighter but he does give it his all. He's great a shit talking but he's not much of a swearer— that's more Harriet than him.
Anthony bonds with Chad over hair care, make up, shopping, dress up, and selfies. And modeling Dizzy's stuff.
He makes Chad apologize to Evie and apologizes to the core four for trying to feed them to crocodiles after Dizzy (and a pissed off Harriet) pushed him too.
He's into fashion and fixing his own clothes.
He also loves listening to music— especially with Harriet and Dizzy who he has danced with on the Queen's Fury and in the salon.
He and Harriet often quiz each other on random facts for fun. Oh and he has a thing for her and her for him.
They have experimented with their friends before but we're not gonna get into that
He goes to dragon hall— mainly to look out for his cousins and siblings, though he'll never admit it.
He gets all good grades in his classes without even trying.
He keeps a blackmail book. Only his crew and Dizzy know he keeps one. Only he has a lot more than one.
He's good at sneaking around—thanks to Harriet teaching him how to.
Speaking of Harriet, the two of them first met when they were young. He said something sexist and she broke his nose. He's been into her ever since, much to their friends amusement and exasperation. Mainly Sammy.
He's really into photography and vintage pictures— mainly when it comes to pictures of France and other places in the world.
He is allergic to roses like his mother and loves flowers,food, and jewelry like her too.
He's also into sailing thanks to Harriet.
He's also a handy man and the one who fixes things around their home and the salon.
He can be pretty impulsive and temperamental but is surprisingly good at calming others down.
He’s very resentful towards Cinderella and Prince Charming for not helping them, and because of the family tragedy that cost him his family.
He and Harriet eventually have two kids— Tommy and Katie.
His friends keep trying to come up with a ship name for him and Harriet.
He is very sarcastic and resentful towards most of the heroes.
He's great at cooking like his dad and loves tea parties and playing with his cay.
Finally, he has a habit of craving his name and the names of those he cares about into things. Seriously, his initials and name are carved into most of the buildings on the isle— Evie once found his name carved into furniture in her mother's castle and doesn't know how he managed it.
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Also I used some of @idontliketomatoesleavemealone 's ocs.
Said ocs being Ellie, Frankie, Felix, and Colombe Tremaine. Check their blog out.
Requested by: @eahravinqueen .
#disney descendants#descendants#melissa de la cruz#captain tremaine#harriet hook x anthony tremaine#disney descendants headcanons#descendants headcanons
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Plus One
Inspired by @justrainandcoffee Wandering Jew series.
Aka an excuse to write rolfie and teva in the same universe
Gif by @crackshipandcrap
(2019)
“Who won’t text you back?” Eva asked noticing the rather forlorn way he looks at the message.
She knows he’d been seeing someone, and yet while he knows about her disastrous sex life, Eva doesn’t know jack shit about his beyond Grace the Barmaid, Lizzie and several other women Eva may or may not have also fucked.
“None of your business, Smith.” Tommy glared and she pouted.
It had been a bad idea to ask her out again, the drinks had been fine and she thought him a gentleman when he didn’t take her up on her suggestion of staying over at her place.
“I told you about my ex marrying my cousin and my ex who fucked all my friends, c’mon, Tommy tell me who’s the broad who’s place I need to trash.” The brunette reminds him.
They were friends now.
Eva was enjoying being single after her ex decided Franco was who she loved and Tommy had been in a relationship with someone whom he had hardly ever mentioned.
“Not a she, and no, you’re not committing a felony for me, Evie, but thanks anyway.” He said with annoyance and shoved his phone into his pocket.
“Ah so we’re more similar than I thought. So your guy broke up with you, then?” the witchy young woman guessed correctly going by the stony look he gets as he orders another drink.
“Yes, and before you ask. It was me not him.” The dark haired man loathed speaking about things like these and yet he willingly shared this with her, progress. “Won’t forgive me and I know you’d agree with him.”
“You got me there. If it makes you feel better, I’ve been there before. At least your ex is still alive to hate you.” Eva regrets her words the moment she said them.
She never told anyone about Leopoldo, nor how him learning about her and Antonia seeing each other behind his back led to the car accident that killed him.
She’d been displayed as his grieving girlfriend. Given flowers, comforted along with his family and crushed by the guilt of knowing she hadn’t truly loved him.
“Lucky me.” He grumbled bitterly and raised his whiskey in a toast. “Here’s to our shit luck, Evie.”
It is spring 2020 when Tommy and Eva elope to Cancun and welcome the pandemic as the newly elected representative of the Birmingham Hall Green.
Their exes remain unnamed and neither Shelby aware of how little the world is.
Its 2023 when two identical invitations arrived addressed to the both of them.
“I didn’t know you knew Alfie as well.” Eva mentions as he played with little Gabriel on the rug.
The look on his face says it all.
Alfie was the guy who dumped him for being a cheating asshole.
Same Alfie who was Aunt Florence’s baby brother.
There had been no malicious intent.
This is what Rose tells herself when Alfie learns she hadn’t removed Tommy Shelby from the guest list.
She had met him in passing once, when she found more than just a nice holiday at the Wandering Jew.
Then she came to know Tommy had been the heartless bastard who’d broken Alfie’s heart. Having disliked him from the start, knowing how awful he was had made her hate him.
Now she was seeing him in the profile picture of Alfie’s ‘niece’ Eva Smith-Riley who had sent her congratulations through Instagram.
Rose had met through zoom calls and FaceTime and once in person when Eva came to give them her good news.
‘Is it okay if I bring my plus one?’
It was then Rose had seen who the man she was married to was.
Then the bride to be did what everyone has done since the invention of social media has done.
She looked at every single photo of him in Eva’s profile, Facebook page, twitter and some tabloids that sprung up under her name.
They’d met at Birmingham U, they dated for approximately five months, married on the first of March in a lovely beach in Mexico and had a baby named Gabriel.
“Are you jealous of Evie, sweetheart?” Alfie Asks seeing the picture of Eva hanging out with some celebrity at a charity thing.
“No. It’s not that. Why didn’t you tell me Tommy’s her husband?” she shows him the next picture, Tommy Shelby smiling through the pain holding his one-year-old son next to Eva.
After the way he fucked things up with Alfie, Tommy resolved himself to be a better man.
“Because I didn’t know about it until she married the fucker and then I didn’t want to ruin things for her. He’s changed, or so it seems.” the burly man admitted knowing the hell that was going to be unleashed.
“For a man in love he looks like he’s in agony.” Rose points out thinking the worst of Thomas Shelby.
“That’s just his face, love, he can’t help it.”
And he had, not once has he strayed and while that took much work on his account, it had rewarded him with a woman he loves and a family he hadn’t thought he could have.
He should’ve told her about his past with Alfie, but he was afraid, not sure of what, but he was afraid.
Eva wouldn’t have judged him about it, not after she told him about Leopoldo, but Alfie was her friend.
And yet here they lay beside each other as the baby slept curled up between them.
“You should’ve told me, Tom.” She’s not angry, there is a hint of disappointment about her, but nothing has changed as he feared he would. “We don’t have to go, if you don’t want to.”
“He’s your friend, sort of relative too. I don’t want you to miss it on account of me.” He could invent an excuse to stay, claim Gabe is too little for a sitter.
“Alfie is your friend too, we’ll hire a sitter for Gabe and you will come with me. I already told Alfie I’d be bringing you anyways.” She points out reaching to caress his face, a contrast to his words.
December rolls around, and Tommy finds himself fixing the black satin bowtie that matches Eva’s black evening gown exactly.
“Are you ready?” she asks softly, knowing how big of a step this is for him.
“Yeah, ready as I’ll ever be, Mrs. Shelby.”
#eva smith shelby#tommy shelby x oc#thomas shelby fanfic#thomas shelby x oc#evacore#peaky blinders fanfiction#alfie x rose#tommy shelby x alfie solomons#alfie solomons x ofc#rose coldwell#wandering jew series
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15 OC Questions!
Nobody tagged me! I’ll admit it, but i want to do this anyway because it seems fun & a great way to explore a character.
Evie Kilbride
Are you named after anyone?
Yeah kind of. Evelyn is a family name, and my mam is a bit obsessed with carrying on the tradition. I’ve a second cousin who is also Evelyn, and my great aunt on my mam’s side was Evelyn too. I’m the only one who has it shortened to Evie though.
When was the last time you cried?
A week ago maybe? Everything makes me cry, I feel like I’m a huge baby.
Do you have kids?
What? No... freaky.
Do you use sarcasm?
All the time, I feel like my humour is kind of based on it.
What’s the first thing you notice about people?
Their confidence. How they like, carry themselves into a room and how others react to their presence. I’m really drawn to that, like, how good it must feel to be noticeable.
What’s your eye colour?
They’re green!
Scary movies or happy endings?
If you asked me a year or two ago I’d have said happy endings, but now? Scary movies. I’d love to say happy endings but they feel ingenuine to me, like girls like me don’t really get to have them, not in real life. If there was an option for an ambiguous ending I’d choose that. Something I’m slowly learning is that things don’t ever work out the same way that they do in films.
Any special talents?
I suppose like, art? Drawing? But It doesn’t feel as special as it used to.
Where were you born?
Tullamore, Co. Offaly. The dead midlands, voted most depressing county in Ireland. Pure bogland.
What are your hobbies?
Um, hanging out with friends, watching movies, going out to bars, drawing... I used to run and swim, but not so much lately.
Have you any pets?
Yes! My parents have a cat. She was potentially someone else's cat that they just started feeding so now she lives in their house. They named her whiskers, after the cat food brand. Extremely boring choice.
What sports do you play/have played?
I used to play tennis after school, but I quit that when i was like 16. I’ve always swum and was on a swimming team for years, and I run too. Team sports were never really my thing but i like to stay fit all the same.
How tall are you?
5 foot 6. Middle of the road, not short, not tall.
Favourite subject in school?
Art is the only one I actually cared about. All I ever did was doodle in the margins of my books.
Dream job?
Asking me about my future is a weird one. I don’t know what I want, I’m just getting through the day at this point. Illustration seems cool, like whether I’d be illustrating books or corporate graphics or a myriad of other things, I guess i’m just waiting for the right career option to present itself
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Who do you think each of the de vil cousins would be closest to? Including each other and out of the adults?
In my headcanon, they were all born on the Isle, and are all close in age.
First is Ivy; then Hunter is a year younger than her; then Diego is Hunter's younger brother, a year younger than him; and then Carlos is seven months younger than Diego.
They're all very, very close to each other equally. But in different ways. For instance, Ivy is the oldest, so they all listen to her and do whatever she says. Sort of like Uma's crew with Uma. They automatically look to her for authority, for advice, for the answer to their problems.
Ivy is also the only girl. This is a factor. My headcanon is that it is rare for girls to be born in the de Vil family. Of the canonical members of the de Vil family, the only females are Ivy, Cruella, and Malevola, and Malevola may have married into the family. It is far more common for boys to be born into the family than girls. There is only ever one girl a generation, perhaps less. The female de Vils, therefore, are prized and treasured and almost revered.
And this is why all the de Vils still go along with whatever Cruella says, even though at this point she's gotten them all on the Isle. (Because they all did whatever she said.) Cruella is the only female of her generation; therefore her generation revolves around her. It's the same with Ivy and the de Vil boys, except Ivy has plans to get herself and her cousins into a better life. Even if Ivy wasn't the oldest, if she was in the middle or the youngest, they would still pay extra attention to her and take her opinions into account more so than the rest of each other.
The other three of them are all very protective of Carlos, too, because he's the youngest (even if Diego is less than a year older than him) and because he's the only one with Cruella for a mother.
They are all de Vils, yes. Cruella is their aunt, yes. Diego's and Hunter's mother and Ivy's mother both died young, so in a weird way, Cruella was almost like a mother figure to them. But they remember their actual mothers. Cruella isn't their actual mother. But she's Carlos's actual mother, and they know what she puts him through.
So they all come over when Cruella's out of the house and help Carlos finish his chores, and they make sure no one bothers Carlos in school (after Ivy burned down part of their house, even the Gaston twins leave him alone) and they check in on him randomly just in case.
The four of them could conceivably have formed their own gang on the Isle. Four is big enough. It would be a small number, but it would be big enough. And they would have had the addition of the Badun cousins, too.
But they didn't. They would have liked to. But they would need a leader, and none of them, not even Ivy, the natural choice, was willing to be the leader. Because all of them were afraid of ending up like Cruella.
So they split up. Carlos joined up with Mal, Evie, and Jay. Diego formed his band. Hunter joined Harriet Hook's pirate crew. And Ivy...
Ivy joined Uma's pirate crew.
Which would have made things somewhat awkward between her and Carlos. So they made an agreement between each other that if their respective groups were ever in a fight, they would not let it get between them. It was nothing to do with them personally. And they would not harm each other.
Carlos wasn't usually on the front lines during a fight, anyway. Carlos is the one fiddling with some wires in the back, hoping no one will notice him and trying to get his booby trap to activate already. Unlike Ivy, who is charging full speed ahead of everyone else with a dagger in one hand and a flaming torch in the other.
The fact that they're all in different groups makes them each an asset to their respective groups. Whenever one needs to negotiate with another, it's very helpful if a member of your crew is related to a member of a rival crew. The two of them have a better chance of talking to the other group and at least getting them to listen, because the relatives vouch for each other.
Everyone on the Isle knows that if you harm just one de Vil cousin, all of them will be your enemy, and either several valued possessions of yours will mysteriously go missing and be found in a bonfire - or if you're really unlucky, it'll be your hideout on fire - (Ivy); or very loud off-key horrible-sounding music will play outside your window all night long (Diego); a lot of the pirates will be on your bad side (Hunter); or you will stumble upon a mysterious contraption with wires and and springs that-well, it won't explode in a fiery sense. It'll explode in a "some mysterious potion from the witches" sense, and you better go wash it off in the sea before you start growing warts or something. Or, depending on the location, it will explode in a fiery sense. Or it'll just destroy your locker. Or your bedroom door. (Carlos)
Or all of the above.
#carlos de vil#diego de vil#ivy de vil#hunter de vil#de vil family#de vil headcanons#de vil shenanigans#de vil cousins#headcanons#answered ask#the isle of the lost#descendants#disney descendants#cruella de vil
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May I please ask for headcanons for Mal, Evi, Carlos and Jay reacting to their recruiters au selves please
Can do!
It started when they came to visit from the Kemonhito siblings and Dante and their recruiters decide to show them Auradon
Mal: "Whoa! Everything's shiny!"
Malfie: "Yes, they take great care of- Don't touch that!"
They took the lookalikes to the museum where their gifts from their masters are since the Isle was built
Who just happens to be there were the children of their masters!
Jay had to stop for a second when he started seeing double of Farja
Mal was confused as hell to see two Malfie's but quickly calmed down once she remembered he explained this
The group hung out with the descendants asking questions of their world and to see how similar and different they are with their family friends/babysitters
Evi was happy to hear about Vince and Stephanie as well as Mal to hear Malachite and Elodie get together
They were confused with Joe and Misty cause they grew up with Joe being rather unromantic
Once the lookalikes got caught up from everything that happened they had to do that thing with their fingers and the air to make a map of sorts
Zuri: "So, Hades get with Maleficent and had a kid... who said kid is logically a aunt of Malfie's and Aurora's kid-"
Malachite: gasp "Oh shit me and Elodie has a kid in this word!"
AU Jack: "Then what's the connected with the Uma chick?"
Joe: "Uhh... Ursula is the sister of Triton, who in turn is related to Position who's Zeus' and Hades' brother, but she was removed from the family tree and took her dad's last name instead now and is in low contact of her mom and am I-"
AU Joe: "You grew a spin bitch!"
Once they met Audrey though-
Malachite now has a mental image of what him and Elodie's future kid would look like
Also-
Now Dante has Carlos and Evi on his back to get with Zuri
#disney villain recruiter au#disney villain recruiters#descendants#descendents#mal descendants#descendants evie#carlos de vil#carlos descendants#jay descendants#malachite kemonohito#joe kemonohito#jack kemonohito#vince kemonohito#zuri kemonohito#nadia kemonohito#dante mcquinn
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Following Tradition
@flashfictionfridayofficial To my surprise I'm actually kind of liking worldbuilding when it's for one-shots?
“Does anyone ever actually say no?”
Istari gave her best friend a pained look.
Ryell sighed and closed her eyes, trying not to smile. In the same low voice that wouldn’t be heard on the other side of the screen, she said, “I wasn’t saying he was going to say no. I can’t really imagine anyone less likely to say no. But have you ever heard of anyone actually saying no?”
“I told you. It’s supposedly because back in the day people wanted to make sure that no one was being forced into getting married. Hence, the screen.” She waved a hand at it. “So you didn’t have to look at each other.”
“But you’d still have to tell people. The people who were forcing you to get married. So if anything I’d think people would be more likely to say no today.”
This time the look Istari gave her was unimpressed. “You think there are people so unsure of getting married that they’d change their mind at the last minute?”
Ryell gave her a mischievous smile. “You’re the one who didn’t even want me bringing it up. You’re the once who’s apparently worried Dos would say no.”
“I’m not really,” said Istari, rolling her eyes a little. “It’s just nerve-wracking.”
It was a little unusual to pick someone from a different culture to ask your confirmation. Frequently the people asking the confirmation were another couple who were close to getting married themselves, due to the intimacy of saying the same words at the same time. Istari and Dos had no one who fit that description, so she had asked her best friend, and he his sister. Istari had had to explain the ritual, since Ryell had only ever been to weddings of her own culture. It was worth it to have her here.
“So where do you get these things?” Ryell rubbed her knuckles lightly against the screen. “Does somebody make it?”
“Mm-hm. Well, somebody makes it. If you’re fantastically rich you pay for an artisan to make a really elaborate one, with detailed decorations. Otherwise someone in your family makes it. Unless nobody in your family makes them, then, again, you pay for one. Less elaborate. But Dos and I both have someone, and we picked my grandma because his aunt has longer to make them.”
“Right. Oh!” Ryell jumped when the clock sounded. “Ready?”
Istari placed her hands in her lap, took a breath, and nodded.
Ryell picked up the book with the words, stood, and faced Istari. There was a pause. They’d decided Dos’s name would be spoken first.
“Dosdevin,” said his sister’s voice from the other side of the screen, and Ryell looked surprised, maybe impressed. Eviera did have a nice voice, crisp but warm, perfect for something like this.
“Istari,” said Ryell, and flowed smoothly into the rest of the words, Dos’s sister joining from the other side so they spoke in unison. “Is it still your wish to be married, to accept the other person here for all that they are, to trust yourself to them in all that you are? Do you understand this and choose to undertake it?”
Istari counted one and said, “I do,” and the words came out in perfect unison with Dos’s. According to tradition, that was a good sign. She grinned in relief.
Ryell grinned back and gave her a quick hug as she got up. They walked past the end of the screen, joining Dos and Evi to walk out to where everyone was waiting.
As she caught Dos’s eye with a smile, she heard Ryell say in a soft voice, “You look really good.” She was still gazing at Evi when Istari looked at them.
Out in the room where the wedding ceremony would take place, Evi and Ryell spoke together again, their voices raised so everyone would hear. “Dosdevin and Istari have given their confirmation. Today they will be married.”
The room filled with cheers. And Ryell looked sideways at Evi as they went to their seats.
Istari nudged Dos, caught his gaze, and directed it toward the two of them.
Dos raised his eyebrows, then looked back at her with a grin.
Istari tilted her head, trying to ask silently if this was something he had noticed before now.
He leaned close to her ear and said in a low voice, “They did say a lot of words at the same time.”
Istari considered that. Her voice low too, she said, “I wouldn’t mind if Ryell was part of the family.”
Dos gave a short laugh that was almost a snort. “It’s a little soon for that.”
“Well,” said Istari, “they did ask our confirmation.”
As their parents reached them to begin the ceremony, Dos gave a slight nod. “There is that.”
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Evil and the Thief (Part One)
"Go away, Quinn!" I yelled at the brown-haired girl.
"No your-" she dodged a pillow I threw at her, "mom sent me!"
"Why?" I flipped up, my head cocked.
"Because, Blaise, you're going to see your grandparents today," she explained.
"Fine!" I snapped at her and she left. I stood and got dressed in a pair of holey jeans, a black shirt I knew Grandmother Belle hated, a black leather jacket, and knee-high black boots. I walked into the lounge of the castle, where my parents, King Ben and Queen Mal, sat looking at a paper. Mom looked me over, smiled, and shook her head.
"We're ready," it was Evie, one of mom's friends. Growing up, the blue-haired woman had been like an aunt to me. She stood with her son, Quinn, and her husband, Doug. Quinn possesses his mother's bright blue hair and personality. but had his father's brown eyes and understated attitude. Then Carlos, the man that has been an uncle to me since my birth, and his wife, Lonnie, came in. Their twins, Melanie and Blake, came in a few minutes later. Melanie had on a dark blue dress, and blue heels. She had caramel brown hair and light brown eyes. Blake wore jeans, with a white t-shirt, a white one-sleeved leather jacket, and a pair of holey tinnishoes. He had white-black hair, light blue eyes. I went over and stood beside him and he slung his arm over my shoulder, drawing me closer to him. I snuggled tight to him, thankful for the small moments that had him acting like I was the most precious thing in his world. Then Jay and his family came in. I flicked my eyes down, and I felt Blake drop his arm. Quinn and Blake held my hand now.
"We're ready," my mom whispered, and I concentrated solely on the castle. In a rush of wind, we appeared outside the castle. We all walked in.
"Mom! We're here!" Dad shouted and two elderly people came down the stairs.
"Oh, Ben, and Mal!" Grandmother Belle said. She, of course, shot a glare at me. I glanced at a mirror, it was of course magic. I had my purple and green hair suspended loosely to the mid of my back, my bright green eyes sparkled, and my pale skin seemed to glow. I was in truth beautiful. I shook my hair out, and yet it didn't change. I drifted into a room full of instruments. I played a song I'd been working on for a few months.
"Wow, that's good," Dextar, Jay's son, said.
"It's not very good," I said.
"It sounds pretty good to me, except it needs dance moves," he smiled slyly. He walked over and pulled me onto my feet.
"Oh no, I can't dance," I said trying to pull away, but man he was strong.
"But I can," he said and he twirled me gently. Suddenly I heard something, a cough. I whirled around, Blake stood leaning against the doorframe.
"Are you having fun? Am I interrupting something?" he questioned, then whirled around and stalked off.
"Blake!" I yelled, but he didn't turn around.
"I'm so sorry," Dextar said.
"It's my fault," I sighed, "I better go talk to him." I walked out and focused on Blake. Suddenly I was in a bedroom where Blake sat.
"Go away," he growled.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Just hiding from my cheating girlfriend," he said, with a false smile.
"I'm not cheating on you!" I snapped.
"Oh, sure," he said sarcastically.
"I'm not!" I growled.
"Then what were you and Dextar doing? I know you like him!" he hissed.
"So?" I said, "You like Melanie."
"Yeah but I don't go around waltzing with her in front of my girlfriend!" he yelled.
"I didn't think you would ever be jealous of someone, but I stand corrected," I told him, leaving. I stormed out and headed for the door. I noticed the white snow outside.
"Looks like we're snowed in," Grandfather Beast said.
"Obviously," I muttered.
"Gather everyone into this room," he said and a second later everyone was here.
"Marvelous," I muttered. Then the light, of course, went out. Suddenly, a light burning feeling bubbled in my skin, a glow surrounding me. I gasped as my eyes met myself in the mirror. I was lit up by fire. My skin was the fire. Dextar and Blake were both next to me.
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I did a thing-
Lights!
Storms!
Spren!
Let's go!
This is Urithiru
We've got every floor and level
So full of stormlight and rhythms of the world's design
This is my family
A brilliant group of radiants
So many knights, they all deserve the time to shine
Woah
Make no mistakes, my father runs the show(woah!)
Has visions from a god dead long ago
He helps the orders of the knights keep grow
There's just a lot you simply got to know, so-
Welcome to the nation of Alethkar
The royal family of Kholinar
It was founded by my uncle, late king Gavilar
With my dear father, Dalinar.
My aunt Navani
Bonded the Sibling
A giant tower
The whole city depends upon
My mother Evi
We don't talk about Evi!
She was fantastic
But now she's dead and gone
And that's my father, Dalinar the Prince
He used to be the army's vital piece
But gave it up to help us build the peace
He also learned to read, so get your quills and prints!
This is the royalty of Alethkar
The royal family from Kholinar(hey, coming through!)
I know it's hectic and we may have gone a little far
We are the family of Dalinar
The sprens just love us, for how we are-
I guess that's how we came so far
The stormfather bonded father
And the sibling, my step-mother
No we are the family ruling Kholinar
We swear to always
Help those around us
Well spend the stormlight
That somehow choose us
The tower's growing
The storms keeps blowing
But oaths and swears will keep the radiants glowing
And each new ally help us get the radiants glowing
My cousin Jasnah
The queen in practice
My brother Renarin
Bonded a different spren
My wife and bridgeboy
Shallan and Kaladin!
One strong one graceful
They're both a little strained
Goes to battle, the tropes go wild
(Kaladin)
He's so smart and brave and kind
And Shallan's a mastermind
One day I might be left behind...
That's life as a prince in Alethkar
Now you all know how we got this far
It might come out as crazy and a bit bizzar
But that's the family, and how we are. Adios!
Ha!
Well I gotta go, the life here in Alethkar
But now you all know the royal Kholinar
I've never meant for this conversation to get so far
So let's review, who rules Kholinar:
It starts with my father
He married Navani right after his brother(what about Adolin?)
Then comes Renarin, he can heal you or see into the future(what about Adolin?)
We also have Szeth and Lift
I'm not sure what they do here, but they've got the gift!(what about Adolin?)
Hey, you asked about everyone, I can tell you much more and-(Adolin)
Hesina and Lirin are Kaladin's parents, Azure's a bliss!(Adolin)
That's Syl and that's Pattern, they're part of the family and so is Glyss!(Adolin)
Look, here's the queen's Wit, hey!
I know you're dating Jasnah
it's fine but I don't get why you wanna-
Yo, I've said too much and thank you but I really got to go-
My family's amazing
And I'm in this family, so
Well-
#encanto au#i guess?#adolin kholin#the stormlight archive#cosmere#dalinar kholin#navani kholin#jasnah kholin#renarin kholin#shallan davar#kaladin stormblessed#the family madrigal#encanto#adolin as mirabel because BOY are they similar#non-magic optimistics who do textile are and keep their family's little remaining sanity
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