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alphawolfstabs · 6 months

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[Everyone Blame Cleav3rrr for this idea guys. It’s totally his fault-]

Imagine Doug Van Housen meeting Billy Loomis..

This will be something like- Billy being in the Animal Room timeline suddenly, and he’s meeting Doug and it’s hhhh

Anyways

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Title: The Vexation

Word count: 2648 Rating: Mature? CW: knives, blood, fighting

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Billy's awakening was accompanied by a relentless pounding in his head, one of the most excruciating pains he had ever experienced. The throbbing beat against his skull, rendering even the slightest movement a daunting task.

His entire body seemed to be in agony, and the awareness of this discomfort hit him almost immediately. Everything hurt, and the pain in his head took center stage, amplifying his irritation. Slowly, he rolled over onto his side, his eyes barely opening. Something felt amiss. Something was undeniably wrong.

With a sudden jolt, he sat up, a hand instinctively clutching his head as a surge of pain swept through him. The room he found himself in was alien, a stark contrast to the familiarity of his own space. Taking in his surroundings, he noted every detail that distinguished this room from his own. It was different—disconcertingly so.

As he rose from the bed, a distinct thud resonated on the floor. Glancing down, he discovered his knife, the trusty switchblade that Stu had gifted him. Stu. The mere thought of his friend intensified the disorientation. Where was Stu? Did he exist in this unfamiliar realm?

Picking up the knife, Billy set it on what appeared to be his dresser, contemplating the mysterious circumstances of his surroundings and the conspicuous absence of Stu. The room held a strange atmosphere, and Billy couldn't shake the feeling that something profound had shifted.

Billy felt a wave of nausea threatening to overcome him as he sluggishly moved around the unfamiliar room. He needed to find some sense of normalcy, something grounding. Spotting a plain t-shirt and jeans, he hastily threw them on, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling that lingered in his gut. Where the hell was he?

Once dressed, he instinctively pocketed his trusty knife in the front pocket, a small yet familiar comfort in this disorienting situation. Memories leading up to this point were a blur, leaving him with a disconcerting sense of amnesia. All he knew for certain was that this place was a far cry from his usual surroundings.

Descending the stairs, he noted the eerie emptiness of the house. A heavy quietness hung in the air, casting a somber mood. His eyes fell on a note resting on the kitchen counter, and he carefully picked it up. The message, 'don't forget to go to the animal room today,' stared back at him, devoid of any signature. A vague recognition flickered in his mind, suggesting that the handwriting resembled his father's. Yet, the idea of his parents being present in this strange place seemed implausible.

His thoughts raced, and the nagging question kept piercing through the confusion: Where the fuck was Stu?

Frustration boiled within him, and he crumpled the note before tossing it aside. What the hell was happening? The uncertainty gnawed at him, leaving him with more questions than answers.

A curse escaped Billy's lips as he stepped outside, a strange compulsion tugging at his stomach, urging him forward. It felt like an instinct, a force guiding him through the unfamiliar surroundings. Succumbing to this unseen pull, he followed it, his senses heightened by an odd sense of purpose.

Upon arriving at the school, two distinct observations struck him. First, this place was vastly different from Woodsboro. The architecture, the atmosphere—all of it bore no resemblance to the familiar surroundings he knew. The second observation concerned a tall figure surrounded by several guys and one other individual.

Dressed in dark clothes with equally dark hair, the tall figure's face caught Billy's attention. It was an uncanny resemblance to Stu, yet something was amiss. This person exuded a deranged aura, a darkness that Billy couldn't associate with the Stu he knew. The observation unsettled him, but rather than approaching closer, Billy chose to keep a distance, at least for the time being. There was an air of caution, a hesitation to delve into the unknown.

Billy surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings before deciding to enter the building. Although he couldn't recall ever being here, an inexplicable knowledge guided him, directing his steps. A subtle internal voice suggested that he didn't have to be here yet, but an insatiable curiosity compelled him forward. He wanted to see, to understand, and to meticulously note every detail.

Navigating through the hallways, he encountered an anarchy symbol on the wall, triggering a vague sense of déjà vu. It was as if he belonged here, and that feeling only intensified when he noticed a guy dozing off in a chair. Rolling his eyes, Billy descended into what seemed to be a basement, a place that, on the surface, appeared to be a hellhole designed to isolate certain individuals.

To his surprise, the atmosphere down there exuded an eerie sense of normalcy. It was a paradoxical thought—how could a place that seemed like a hellhole feel so commonplace?

As he explored further, another striking realization dawned on him: Stu didn't exist in this strange realm. Instead, the mysterious guy from earlier was present. Intrigued, Billy felt an urge to learn more about him, to unravel the enigma surrounding this unfamiliar counterpart. It was a necessity, a gut feeling urging him to comprehend the dynamics of this peculiar place.

Billy's fingers traced over the surface of one of the desks, and he decided to claim a seat. His legs stretched out, ankles crossing, and a semblance of relaxation settled over him. Several minutes passed, and more people filtered into the room, none of them paying any attention to him. That sense of anonymity pleased him.

He observed the dark-haired figure, one of his companions addressing him as 'Van Housen' while another simply called him Doug. Doug Van Housen. The absurdity of the name almost tempted Billy to snort, but he restrained himself, biting his tongue.

The room buzzed with the flickering light of a TV as someone switched it on, broadcasting something that failed to pique Billy's interest. Instead, his focus honed in on Housen, and he meticulously noted every detail—the shoes chosen for added height, the clothing, and the palpable irritation emanating from him.

Though Housen appeared to radiate a dangerous aura, Billy's instincts were driven by a desire to prod, poke, and unravel the enigma before him. He wanted to see what made Housen tick, to uncover the reasons behind his seemingly menacing presence. It wasn't about fear; it was about understanding, peeling back the layers to reveal the truth about this mysterious figure who bore an uncanny resemblance to his boy- his.. friend.

Billy contemplated the idea that he could easily kick the leg of Housen's chair to gain attention, but for the moment, it felt unnecessary. As conversations unfolded around him, Billy remained observant, catching shadows moving behind the door labeled as the exit. He recalled the guy asleep in the chair and speculated that there might be more of them, silently watching.

An uneasy feeling settled in Billy's stomach as the alarm bells rang in his head. The notion of being watched by unseen observers didn't sit well with him.

Amidst the ongoing chatter, Housen's voice carried irritation and impatience. Everyone continued talking, seemingly oblivious to the potential danger lurking behind the door. Billy's attention shifted back to the shadows moving again.

When he saw Housen's hands inch toward the desk, Billy was quick as he stood and reached over and grabbed his shoulder, his voice low and meant for Housen alone. "Not yet. They're waiting, just for you. Wouldn't want them to actually have a reason to mess with you today, would you?" A sly smile played on Billy's lips as he touched a mark on Housen's jaw. "Especially not after this."

Tension gripped Housen under Billy's grip, but as he met Billy's gaze, a fiery determination burned behind his eyes. Billy reveled in the intensity, wanting to stoke that flame.

"What?" Housen retorted in a hushed tone.

Billy motioned toward the door. "The shadows under the door. They move whenever you speak even remotely too loud. They're waiting for you to do something."

Housen blinked, swatting away Billy's hand, but the fire in his eyes seemed to dwindle. He glanced at Billy, then at the guy beside him, commanding, "Beat it." The way he spoke had an immediate and powerful effect, causing everyone to stop. It made Billy twitch, craving more. Housen patted the chair after the guy left, and Billy sat down, anticipating the unfolding dynamics of this peculiar place.

Billy wasn't in the business of making friends, especially not with someone who wasn't Stu. Nevertheless, this guy intrigued him in a peculiar way.

Housen directed a question at him, his tone probing. "What are you here for?"

Billy casually lolled his head to the side, feigning disinterest as his gaze rested on the TV. "Secrets, secrets," he replied nonchalantly.

Housen emitted a noise of acknowledgment, turning his attention back to the TV. The room resumed its chatter, eyes off the two of them. "Why does everyone look at you like you're a threat?" Billy inquired, seeking answers.

Housen shot him a scowl this time. "What was it you said just now? Secrets, secrets?"

Housen sighed after that, seemingly only a willing to share. "Most people don't live; they exist. Yet, I've shown people what living is."

Billy snorted at the analogy. "What a dumb fucking analogy."

A sizzle of irritation began to form in Housen's gaze. "What?"

Billy grinned mischievously. "'Oh, people exist, they don't live!' Come on, man. Be more creative than that." The exchange was laced with a peculiar blend of tension and amusement, as Billy continued to toy with the mysterious Doug Van Housen.

Housen blinked at Billy, a subtle acknowledgment of the inevitable irritation that lay ahead. "Well, you're obviously going to get on my nerves."

Billy rolled his eyes. "Could say the same about you. What's with the fucking clothes, by the way?"

Housen looked at him again. "Style," he answered, the word delivered with an air of simplicity. The response tempted Billy to snort, but he managed to restrain himself this time.

Billy sensed that he wouldn't particularly like this character, yet there was an undeniable allure in the challenge of trying to unravel him. It promised a momentary diversion, a puzzle to solve in the peculiar environment they found themselves in. The dynamic between Billy and Housen, though laced with tension, held the promise of an intriguing dance of personalities.

As a day or so passed, Billy continued to navigate the intricate undercurrents of the peculiar environment surrounding him. One noteworthy observation concerned Housen's peculiar fixation on a particular individual—someone named 'Arnie Mosk.' Arnie seemed like an ordinary kid, grappling with everyday issues, perhaps even a drug problem. However, for reasons unknown, Housen harbored a distinct issue with him.

One day, Billy happened to be passing by the bathroom just as Housen and his entourage emerged, a few of them sharing hearty laughs as if they'd just witnessed something uproariously funny. What caught Billy's attention, though, was the unsettling look in Housen's eyes as they briefly scanned over his face. The glance was devoid of anything good.

Deciding to investigate further, Billy entered the bathroom and found Arnie on the floor, his face soaked with vomit. Sighing, Billy approached, offering assistance. He urged Arnie to report Housen's actions. When Arnie questioned him, Billy skillfully shut down the inquiry with an easygoing demeanor.

Now, the time had come for Billy to address Housen and the unsettling dynamic he seemed to harbor.

Billy positioned himself in the hallway, strategically near a classroom not currently in session. Hidden from view unless one approached closely, he readied himself for what he intended to do.

Taking out his switchblade, he deftly opened it, using the blade to clean dirt from under his nails. The minutes ticked by, and then the unmistakable sound of boots approached—Housen's boots. Billy heard the slam of a body against a locker, confirming that Arnie was the unfortunate target.

Billy shifted his grip on the knife handle and stepped out from his concealed position, moving carefully to avoid triggering Housen's awareness. Uninterested in the exchange of words, he acted swiftly, lunging forward. A firm hand clamped around Housen's head, covering his mouth, while the other pressed threateningly against his neck.

"Don't try anything. I'll make sure you bleed out right now," Billy hissed, low and menacing. He then directed a gaze toward Arnie. "Go, and don't say anything." Arnie blinked for a moment before swiftly making his exit.

Billy emitted a primal noise before issuing a directive. "Let's chat in a more private area." A forceful kick to Housen's foot set him in motion, and Billy guided him toward the bathroom, preparing for the private confrontation that lay ahead.

In the confined space of the bathroom, Billy wasted no time asserting dominance. He forcefully shoved Housen, relishing the satisfying thud as his face collided with the stall. A smirk played on Billy's lips as he scratched his head with the butt of the knife.

"You know," he began, the mockery evident in his tone, "I knew you were insane. What I didn't know was that you seem to move without reason."

Housen touched his nose, inspecting the blood on his fingers before locking eyes with Billy. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

Billy tilted his head, his smile widening. "You sure?"

Housen took a deep breath and advanced toward Billy. However, Billy, anticipating the move, sidestepped and expertly tripped Housen with a swift kick. He taunted, "Not very good without your little boys, are ya?"

Billy, well-aware of the dynamics within Housen's group, knew that his followers did most, if not all, of the heavy lifting. Housen was more of a barker than a biter.

As Housen lay on the floor, Billy applied pressure with his boot on Housen's back. Bending down, he grabbed a handful of Housen's black hair and pulled, prompting a pained noise. The knife tapped mockingly against Housen's exposed neck.

"Are you living now, Doug Van Housen?" Billy asked, reveling in the role reversal.

Housen emitted a noise akin to a growl. "If you want my blood, then take it, it's yours," he gritted out. His words hung in the air, causing a momentary pause for Billy. It felt like a challenge, an invitation, but also a statement that echoed eerily in his mind. His?

Growling in response, Billy couldn't resist the temptation. He cut a long line into Housen's arm, feeling a surge of aggression. "Don't fucking say that."

"Why not?" Housen breathed out. "Doesn't it make it fun for you?"

"Not at all," Billy retorted, releasing Housen's hair and pushing him to the floor. The desire to inflict further harm waned, replaced by a strange feeling that he couldn't quite define.

As Housen touched his face, he posed a curious question. "How pissed would you get if I said you were like me?"

Billy rolled his eyes. "You'd be a liar if you said that."

"Wouldn't I?" Housen smiled, and the next sequence of events blurred for Billy. Suddenly, Housen was on him, and the knife slid away from both of them.

"You curse someone in your life. As do I. My question is, who is it you curse?" Housen looked down at Billy, and a memory stirred in his mind, prompting a laugh.

"You did not just fucking ask me that. What? Did you read the story of Job and how he never curses God?"

Housen grinned. "You're knowledgeable."

Billy shook his head. "That was an easy fucking guess. What about you? Who do you curse? Mommy or Daddy? Or! Better yet, is it-"

Before Billy could finish his sentence, Housen cut him off with a hard punch to the nose. He felt the warmth of his own blood, and a twisted smile spread across his face, relishing in the sensation.

The room seemed to spin, and Housen's words became distant echoes as Billy's head lolled to the side. His eyes scanned the floor, fixating on the glint of his knife. The instinct to retrieve it surged within him.

In a hazy, almost detached state, he focused on the weapon, his mind tuning out the words that continued to spill from Housen's mouth. The need to reclaim the knife became an urgent, singular thought, overshadowing everything else in the room.

-End for Now!-

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ssadumba55 · 1 year

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Masterlist: Archived Fandoms

All my writing for Hamilton, Sherlock, Harry Potter, Newsies, A Series of Unfortunate Events, 101 Dalmatian Street, Zootopia, Wall-E, Ratatouille, The Maze Runner, Descendants, Once Upon A Time, Hook, She-Ra, The Incredibles, My Little Pony: A New Generation, Wizards of Waverly Place and Captain Marvel will be linked here!

*I do NOT wish to receive further requests for these fandoms. They're archived for a reason, I'd like to leave these up for people in those fandoms to enjoy but I reserve the right to delete anything on here without warning

Imagines full on one shots with your favourite characters

HAMILTON THE MUSICAL

Thomas Jefferson Permission to Court? (Gender Neutral Reader)

King George I Missed You (Female Reader) Don't Need Riches (Gender Neutral Reader)

BBC SHERLOCK

John Watson Can't Sleep (Gender Neutral Reader)

Sherlock Holmes He's a Jerk (Gender Neutral Reader)

HARRY POTTER

Newt Scamander Awkward (Gender Neutral Reader)

Sirius Black Muggle (Gender Neutral Reader) Deal (Female Reader) Intimate (Female Reader) Try Again (Gender Neutral Reader) Reunion (FtM Reader)

Remus Lupin Girlfriend? (Female Reader)

Queenie Goldstein Lovely Thoughts (Female Reader)

Harry Potter Hogsmeade (Gender Neutral Reader)

A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS

Klaus Baudelaire Happy Birthday (Gender Neutral Reader) Alone (Gender Neutral Reader) Letters (Gender Neutral Reader) Jack London (Gender Neutral Reader) Yours (Gender Neutral Reader) Substitute (Gender Neutral Reader) Valentine (Gender Neutral Reader) Moving On (Female Reader) Not That Easy (Gender Neutral Reader) Bad Day (Gender Neutral Reader) Anniversary (Gender Neutral Reader)

Duncan Quagmire Christmas Party (Female Reader) Jealous (Female Reader)

Isadora Quagmire Special (Female Reader) The Ersatz Elevator (Female Reader)

Violet Baudelaire Falling for You (Female Reader)

Baudelaires Island Days (Gender Neutral Reader)

NEWSIES

Davey Jacobs First Kiss (Gender Neutral Reader)

101 DALMATIAN STREET

Doug Father's Day! (Gender Neutral Reader)

Delilah Sick Day (Gender Neutral Reader)

ZOOTOPIA

Judy Hopps What Parents Do (Gender Neutral Reader) Halloween's Scary (Gender Neutral Reader)

WALL-E

Wall-E Holidays (Gender Neutral Reader) Fourth of July (Gender Neutral Reader)

EVE Thunderstorms (Gender Neutral Reader)

Wall-E & EVE Robot Child (Gender Neutral Reader) Earth Day (Gender Neutral Reader)

THE MAZE RUNNER

Newt One Chance (Female Reader)

Minho Hopeless (Male Reader) Wherever, Whenever (Male Reader)

ONCE UPON A TIME

Jefferson Scar (Gender Neutral Reader)

Killian Jones Hooked On a Feeling (Gender Neutral Reader) Flower Shop (Male Reader)

HOOK

Rufio I Wish Pt. 1 (Female Reader) I Wish Pt. 2 (Female Reader)

SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER

Scorpia Leaving (Gender Neutral Reader) Is This What Love Is? (Gender Neutral Reader)

WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE

Justin Russo Third Chance (Gender Neutral Reader)

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Carol Danvers Don't Give Up (Gender Neutral Reader)

RATATOUILLE

Remy Halloween Dish (Gender Neutral Reader) Fancy Feast (Gender Neutral Reader)

Headcanons Headcanons related to these characters

Being Friends with Duncan Quagmire (Gender Neutral) Baudelaires and Quagmires React to you Saying you Love Them (Gender Neutral) Klaus Baudelaire with Secretly Soft Reader (Gender Neutral) Baudelaires & Quagmires React to Metalhead Reader (Gender Neutral) Playing Overcooked with Linguini and Colette (Female Reader) Dating Remy the Rat Would Include (Gender Neutral) Warning Linguini and Colette About a Leak (Female Reader) Linguini and Colette with Child! Reader (Gender Neutral) Being the Oldest Incredikid With No Powers (Gender Neutral) Reuniting with Twin Sister Catra (Gender Neutral) Being BFFs and Roommates with Adora (Gender Neutral) Dating Alphabittle Would Include (Gender Neutral) Harry Hook x LaBouff!Sparrow!Reader (Gender Neutral) Dunklaus Headcanons

#milo's masterlists #disney imagine #disney headcanons #asoue imagine #asoue headcanons #sherlock imagines #harry potter imagine #hamilton imagine #newsies imagine #wizards of waverly place imagine #my little pony imagine #she ra imagine #descendants imagine #harry hook x reader #ratatouille imagine #the incredibles imagine #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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thestarspangledcaptain · 4 months

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Who/What I Will Write For!

Warning: Mini Essay Ahead

Please Note: If you are requesting, I would prefer if you gave me the desired pronouns for the reader/character!

What I Can / Would Be Comfortable Writing & Or What Topics I Will Cover:

AUs

Expansion of plot lines

Writing for established couples

Reader inserts

Y/N

Any type of romance trope

Platonic relationships

Sibling relationships

Parent relationships (including certain characters as your parent)

Magical beings

Powers

One shots and multi part imagines

LGBTQIA + characters and readers

LGBTQIA + romance

Plot line changes, time changes

Non canonical couples

Canonical couples

Non canon friendships and canon friendships

Small age gaps (when writing for older characters I will made ages fitting with the character) ex: Tony stark. WARNING: If the age gap makes the characters have a legal adult and minor relationship (w the exception of a senior and junior in high school type of thing)

Certain characters (non lgbtq) in lgbtq relationships. For example Natasha Romanoff is a lesbian relationship.

Writings inspired by a song. (I have written work planned out already)

Any shapes and sizes

Angst

Fluff

More steamy scenes (prob up to third base

More serious topics I will cover:

Mental Illness (Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar, Schizophrenia)

Disabilities (From physical to internal)

Health Issues

Eating Disorders

Self harm

Suicidal thoughts / attempts

Dysmorphia and insecurities

Abusive relationships

Bullying

Surgeries

Fainting

Vomiting (due to ED or illness)

Death

(Car)Accidents

Hospitalization

Sexual assault and rape SURVIVORS and sometimes I may write about a character’s recovery and process of coping with something that traumatic

Therapy

Homophobia

Complicated relationships

Adoption

I will NOT Write anything (no hate to those who enjoy reading some of these things, I just personally would not enjoy writing it or be fully comfortable writing it):

Yandere

Furry related things

Omegaverse

I will absolutely NOT change the sexuality of a character if it is specifically stated (ex. Phastos from Eternals, Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Sebastian Smythe, Santana Lopez, America Chavez)

I will NOT write an age gap more than an absolute max of ten years

I will NOT romanticize things in the serious topics I will write for section. They are serious topics and things such as eating disorders are serious, they should not be romanticized. I write things with heavier topics to help people.

Absolutely NO rape scenes

Inappropriate relationships (college student and professor is an absolute no)

smut

I likely won’t redeem people if they’ve done something incredibly evil

Ok here we go! I apologize for the lack of alphabetical order

Avengers/Marvel:

I will for almost any character (mainly excluding some villains)

Any Peter Parker (just request which one you prefer)

X men

Disney:

The princes

Princesses

Big hero six (I will write for hiro exclusively platonically)

Glee:

From Og Cast up to season 4, including Sebastian smythe and warblers

No Sylvester, or schue romance

Harry Potter:

Golden trio

Weasleys

Draco

Cedric

Cho

Luna

Krum

Fleur

Oliver

Seamus

Neville

Young Marauders

Top Gun (+ TG Maverick):

Maverick

Iceman

Goose

Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood

Rooster

Hangman (I adore Jake seresin)

Bob

Phoenix

Coyote

Payback

Fanboy

Non Romantic character relationships I will write for in the Top Gun world:

Cyclone

Maverick

Penny

Admiral Cain

Admiral Warlock

Descendants:

Mal

Evie

Carlos

Jay

Doug

Ben

Jane

Lonnie

Audrey

Uma

Harry

Gil

Percy Jackson TO:

Percy

Annabeth

Grover

Luke

Clarisse

Nico

Tyson

Characters of the following actors (so if the listed actor portrayed a character I will write):

Grant Gustin

Chris Evans

Chris Pratt

Chris Hemsworth

Darren Criss

Dove Cameron

Scarlett Johansson

Emma Wattson

Jennifer Lawrence

Emma Stone

Margot Robbie

Glenn Powell

Sydney Sweeney

Andrew Garfield

I will update this list as I get reminded of more people. :) Have a great day, you are loved

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rages-ooc · 1 year

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What are your honest thoughts on Lonnie plus her family in descendants?

Lonnie wasn't given a strong character or personality across any of her appearances in the books, movies, Wicked World, and School of Secrets. I don't even know if we really know all that much about her family.

Every appearance she makes is just a new person. D1, she's awkward in first approach, then when she gets her new hair she gets a bit confident but we still get a very feminine approach. D2, she's all tough girl, wants to be one of the guys/on the R.O.A.R. team but isn't self-advocating in the SLIGHTEST. Girl, your mom went to WAR bc she didn't want your grandpa to fight, and you couldn't even start a campaign to get the R.O.A.R. rules updated? The math ain't mathing, also, there's no real major callbacks to her being all femme like she was in D1.

In School of Secrets, Lonnie is presented to us as an audience, in what is technically first appearance, as someone dedicated to exposing the gritty truth of Auradon Prep. Honestly, I loved the "be good, Auradon" motif of it. But it devolves rather quickly, from her stealing Chad's phone to her putting glue on a table for... reasons I still don't think exist. There's no excuse, it's just random acts of chaos, and then she shuts it all down upon receiving (DESERVED) backlash. It gave very... jumbled, and uncertain? But there was no real sign of this character, behavior, or belief (that Auradon Prep isn't all "good" and they deserve to have the ugly side exposed) in D1. She could have been an amazing ally to the Core Four when they got there, and she basically was reduced to (unintentionally!) helping with the love spell cookie.

Then in Wicked World they just give her some fuckin hip hop hobby that doesn't fall in anywhere for anything????????? And we see nothing of High Femme, "Auradon Prep Isn't What it Seems", OR "I can fight! Girls are badass! Grrr!" in any of it!

It feels like they had a lot of DIFFERENT character ideas, but didn't feel like adding new AK roles, so they just. Put a different one into Lonnie each time you saw her. I was actually a little relieved Dianne wasn't available for D3 because I can't imagine she would have kept up any one of the directions we'd seen her in. She as a character deserved a lot more uniform treatment from writers and a lot better from the audience, and it's very hard for me to pull together a linear character progression like I did with Doug without just... rewriting her. I can always give it a shot, but I think that's my final opinion right now.

(And don't get me started on that name. I could write a BOOK on name decisions for most especially Lonnie and Evie...)

#descendants headcanon #disney descendants #descendants #disney descendants headcanon #li lonnie

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hannahhook7744 · 8 months

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~~~The Chaotic Thirteen Playlist~~~

Songs that remind me of Chad, Audrey, Ben, Lonnie, Doug, Jane, Carlos, Mal, Jay, Evie, Uma, Harry, and Gil in my Disney Descendants-Once Upon a Time au 'A Twist in Their Tales'.

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What About Us by Pink.

The Story of Tonight by Hamilton.

Superheroes by The Script.

Unsteady by X Ambassadors.

This Is The Hill I Will Die On by Alec Benjamin.

Parents in Crime by Set It Off.

Hey Brother by Avicii.

Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots.

Surface Pressure from Encanto.

I Tried To Be Perfect by Sum 41.

Everyday Superhero by Smash Mouth.

I'm Just A Kid by Simple Plan.

What I've Done by Linkin Park.

Little Lion Man by Mumford and Son.

Art of War by We The Kings.

How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty.

The Story of Tonight by Hamilton.

Who lives who dies who tells your story by Hamilton.

Let you down by NF.

Deviltown by Cavetown.

Warriors by 2WEI, Edda Hayes, and League of Legends.

Count on me by Bruno Mars.

Uh oh, we're in trouble by Shampoo.

Another Brick in the wall by Pink Floyd.

This Is War by Thirty Seconds to Mars.

Somewhere I belong by Linkin Park.

Adventure is out there by AJR.

Pitchfork kids by AJR.

7 years old by Lukas Graham.

Everything that isn't me by Lukas Graham.

My demons by Starset.

You're on your own kid by Taylor Swift.

Hall of fame by The Script.

Demons by Imagine Dragons.

Family tree by Matthew West.

Teengagers by My Chemical Romance.

Family Potrait by Pink.

Who I am by The Score.

Home by Bebe Rexha, Machine Gun Kelly, and X Ambassadors.

Leave out all the rest by Linkin Park.

Mad world by Michael Andrews and Gary Jules.

Secrets by OneRepublic.

On my own by Ashes Remain.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day.

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finitevoid · 1 year

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ranking descendants characters based on how easy it would be to beat them in a fist fight

1. doug

2. chad (I know he plays sports but remember when jay like lightly shoulder checked him and he groaned in pain? yeah)

3. jane (above chad bc she’d probably cry and make you feel bad)

4. ben (the only reason he is so low is because fist fighting him is probably treason)

5. audrey (normal)

6. lonnie (in sports but mostly normal)

7. mal (sorry mal)

8. uma (sorry uma)

9. gil (them gaston genetics)

10. evie (Knives)

11. harry (Hook)

12. jay (the most adept at fighting. like, he is the most skilled. nobody can he stealing shit at age baby years old and not get used to having to fight for it when you get caught. jay can FIGHT)

13. carlos (he’s not good at fighting necessarily but he’s filled with an unchecked and unprocessed rage from his absolutely batshit childhood and despite this not at all being backed by canon I can only imagine that when he lets that rage go he starts biting people)

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sl-newsie · 10 months

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 2- Ch. 2: Welcome Back

Ok, fine. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t want to go to the Cotillion. I mean, even antisocial outcast witches need to party once in a while, right?

So I’ve made my decision. I’m surprising them by heading over today!

“I don’t know when I’ll be back, just keep the mice out.” I say my last goodbyes to Binx as I finish packing a small bag. I’d use a transportation spell or my broom, but that’d be too eye-catching.

“Don’t worry, this place will be safe with me. After watching over your mother’s house for 300 years I’ve definitely had practice of guarding. Go have fun and be a normal girl for once!”

“Bye bye!” I wave and start making my way through the thick, dark woods…

The school looks almost the exact same, with the exception of a few new banners announcing the upcoming cotillion. If it weren’t for a nearby poster I wouldn’t remember that I’m a convict. It shows my face sneering an evil smile and says: Beware! Wanted: Magica Sanderson, evil witch. If sighted please report to Headmistress Fairy Godmother immediately! Huh. On the bright side, my picture doesn’t look half-bad. Students are buzzing around everywhere, so to avoid getting caught I slip on my invisibility cloak and creep through the gardens.

Once I’ve slipped through the front door to the dorm housing then it’s all smooth sailing straight to Evie and Mal’s room. And just in time: Chad just left and in doing so left the door open! I don’t miss a beat and quickly slide in to find Evie and Doug holding hands. Aw, they finally got together!

“So do you think this dress seems a bit bland, or maybe I should touch it up a little?” I look over Evie's shoulder at the purple dress she’s referencing. It’s a gorgeous Victorian one with a purple and black pattern, long sleeves, and a hood attached to the back.

Grinning underneath my cloak, I turn and say: “It gets my approval!”

“Oh!” Evie jumps in surprise and turns around with wide eyes. “Magica? You came!” She tugs me into a hug. “It’s so good to see you! Does this mean you’re going to cotillion?”

“Yes,” I wheeze out, almost unable to breathe. I give Doug a wave. “Hey.”

He waves back and smiles. “Hey, lab partner! I’ve missed you!”

“So you won’t tell anyone I’m here? You don’t think I’m a wicked witch?” I’m only half-joking.

Doug chuckles and shakes his head. “Nah, you’re not wicked. Maybe a bit over-dramatic when it comes to studying but nobody’s perfect.”

“How’s chemistry been going? From the looks of things I’d say you and Evie’s chemistry looks vibrant as ever!”

Evie seems to ignore my comment and starts showing me her sketchbook, which is full of more designs and patterns than I could ever imagine!

“So for you I’m thinking purple and black, like the one you approved earlier. Something sleek but elegant. You’re going to be a cakewalk compared to Chad. We just got done with his cotillion fitting.” Evie rolls her eyes. “I swear his head can not get any bigger!”

I nod. “On a different note, you got your own room?” I take a better look at the racks of fabric and giant sewing machine.

“Yes! FG approved that I get a private room so I can run my business! But enough of that. Everyone’s going to be so surprised when they see you! Especially Carlos, he really misses you.”

I hang my head in shame. “I really miss him too. But I’ve gotta figure out my own problems before I let him get dragged into them too.”

Evie and Doug look at each other, and I’m unsure what they’re thinking.

“Magica, Carlos doesn’t think you’re a burden,” Evie says softly. “He wants to help, and spend time with you. And you better tell him how you feel soon, because-”

There’s a knock on the door and we all freeze. Instinctively I grab my invisible cloak and throw it on, dashing off to hide in the corner. In mere seconds the door opens, revealing Jay and Mal- with blonde hair?

“Hello, everyone,” Jay gives a dramatic bow. “Just wanted to check in to see how things are going, plus Mal needs some encouragement for her date with Ben later.”

Mal twirls a piece of blonde locks in her fingers. “I know I shouldn’t be nervous, but trying to stay the ‘perfect Auradon girl’ is really getting to me.”

Wait, what? Why is she doing that?

Evie and Doug exchange playful smiles.

“Well, if it’s encouragement you’re looking for, how about a positivity spell?” Evie asks.

Mal rolls her eyes. “Evie, you know I don't do so well with positive magic. And Magica’s at least an hour away-”

“Or mere seconds!” I jump out and touch Mal and Jay’s backs, causing them to scream.

“Trixie?” Jay starts laughing his head off and pats my shoulder. “Jeez, you still got it! It’s nice to see ya!”

I cackle wickedly and “I see you guys all got new looks! But Mal, why blonde? I thought I was the one who’s supposed to try to look normal!”

“Uh, I'm trying to look a bit more normal to fit in and impress Ben. But between trying to go non-magic and being bombarded by reporters, I’m so close to bursting! I mean, ‘do you like being blonde?’ ‘is your mother still a lizard?’ What kind of questions are those?! ”

“Really? Just how much TV have you gotten yourself into?”

Mal cringes and goes to snack on a bowl of strawberries on Evie’s desk. “I can’t go a single moment without getting my picture taken.”

“Ooh, yikes! So glad I’m not caught up in that mess! But it is good to catch up with you guys- I’ve missed you. Also if I had known you’re still obsessed with strawberries then I would have brought some as a cotillion gift.”

Jay checks his watch and sighs. “Sorry trixie, but I’ve gotta go meet up with Carlos for fencing practice.”

My face freezes and I start following Jay out the door. “Oh! Right. Please tell him to meet up with me when-”

“Magica?” Carlos asks from down the hall in a stunned tone.

“Carlos!” A smile spreads over my face as I rush up to the freckled VK. “Surprised?”

“I- I’m surprised! What- what are you doing here?”

Huh? He’s one of the people who invited me here.

My smile falters. “For… cotillion?”

Carlos frowns. “Really? I didn’t think you’d really come. B- But it’s really good to see you!”

He gets new-found energy and gives me a soft hug. Then, Dude rushes out of Carlos’ room at the sound of all the commotion, licking and pawing at my skirt.

“Hello to you too, handsome! Yes, yes, I missed you too!” I laugh and kneel down to pet my furry friend. “Hey Carlos, has Evie interrogated you about cotillion yet? She’s already planning my dress!”

Carlos suddenly gets an anxious look and starts acting… skittery? “Actually, um, about that… I’ve been thinking about asking Jane to the cotillion.”

Snap! Something inside me breaks and sends my head spinning, and I have to lean against the hallway wall. I close my eyes, and I’m spiraling. Just like predicting the future. My purple flames spreading everywhere, people pushing me away, being alone… No one could ever love a Sanderson witch.

“Oh! Oh… right.” I plaster on a smile and laugh nervously. “Um, wow! Congratulations, Carlos! Really, I- I’m so proud! Um, excuse me I need to go find Evie!”

Carlos tries to say something else but I rush past back down the hall. “Um, ok- I’ve gotta get to fencing practice. See you later!”

Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling…

I burst into Evie’s room and am thankful to find it’s only her and no one else. She sees my distraught face and immediately gets up from her desk.

“That’s why you warned me. That’s why you meant when you said I should tell him how I feel… Because now he’s moved on to someone else!” I let out a loud roar and kick a chair, flames already starting to crawl up my arms.

“Ok calm down, calm down-” Evie holds her hands up trying to get me to settle down.

“No! How can you expect me to calm down when my true love is- is- forgetting me? Abandoning me? Just- letting me go?”

“No, no,” Evie keeps a steady tone and takes my hand.

I stiffen. “Better let go, or else I might singe your hand into a pile of ash.”

“I’m not afraid, unlike most people here. I want you to know that Carlos does love you, he really does. At least, I think so-”

“You think so?” I rip my hand away and start pacing back and forth, counting in my head. “One two three, one two three…”

Evie, having learned to stay out of my way, goes to sit at her desk. “Is counting your coping skill?”

In my rage I allow a smirk. “In a way. Only instead of counting numbers, I’m counting how many times people have betrayed me, let me down.” Willow, Audrey, Chad, Ben… Now Carlos. I’ll go easy on him, because I still love him. And I’ve forgiven Ben too, but I’ll never forget what people have done to me. I thought I’d come back to attend a party to congratulate my friends and see my true love, only to discover I’m being tossed aside again.

“You two should talk.”

I nod, still staring coldly at the wall and tears starting to drizzle down my face. “Yes. We definitely need to.”

#carlos de vil x reader #carlos de vil #descendants carlos #evie descendants #mal descendants #jay descendants #disney descendants #descendants #disney #ben descendants #audrey descendants #uma descendants #harry hook descendants #binx hocus pocus #hocus pocus #sarah sanderson #winifred sanderson #mary sanderson #doug descendants

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theamityelf · 1 year

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What are your honest thoughts on Lonnie? And how her family was treated in Descendants?

I think Descendants really didn't know what to do with her. I actually enjoyed the fact that she was given a sporty side in D2, just because until then all the Auradon girls had near-identical vibes, but it came at the expense of all prior characterization, since her character was pretty much wholly transformed from who she was in the first movie. She contributed to an "Auradon has gender roles" theme that had the potential to be kind of interesting. It was dealt with in a pretty shallow way, but I guess that can be chalked up to it being a kids movie. (Also, the movies' conclusion seemed to mostly be that it's just cooler to be un-girly than it is to be girly. I've kind of given a few of my thoughts on that in the past, especially regarding the treatment of Evie and Audrey.)

I think a lot of what's cool about Lonnie comes from what we imagine for her, rather than what canon really does with her. She definitely had no business wearing her hair in those braids, in D2. 🤣 Her wardrobe was kind of...not great? Her being good at sword-fighting is cool, and her being playfully competitive is cool. She's interesting enough that I incorporate her into various headcanons, which I don't really do much for characters like Doug. (Sorry, Doug.) On the whole, I feel like she had potential, but I wasn't particularly interested in what the movies had her doing.

#disney descendants #li lonnie

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bks-blogs · 5 months

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Logan Radcliffe

Even after the first season of the show, we've never gotten any hints of Roger and Anitta's descendant ever appearing (Aside from the Radcliffe couple appearing in a photo as an Easter Egg in the episode "London, We Have a Problem") Of course, that doesn't stop 101DS fans like me from using our creative imagination of what he or she would look like! Here's a pic commissioned by StarBoltMLP (A.K.A. Lucy) of his OC, Logan Radcliffe. He's a young man, and the grandson of Roger and Anitta, and the adopted son of Delilah and Doug of the Dalmatian family. Following from his grandfather's blood, music is his specialty. He's developed a hobby of playing the first note that comes in his mind when strumming his favorite guitar when he's writing a new song. Logan has a very close relationship with his mother, Delilah and is willing to protect her at any cost even if he risks his own life to do so from life-endangering threats... Threats like a certain woman who has an unhealthy obsession with chemically enhanced makeup products and luscious white spotted fur for one measly furcoat. Logan Radcliffe belongs to StarBoltMLP (A.K.A. Lucy)

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letsgofoletsgo · 1 year

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Parent’s Day Part 2

This is a fic that takes place in @arickaandherfictionalothers‘ Rise of The Descendants AU. Since this fic is my character’s perspective in this scenario, I’ve used/edited some of the dialogue from her original fic, which you can read here. You can also read part 1 of my fic here. Hope you enjoy!

The kids retreated into the Charming twin’s dorm. Mal and Evie took to warding the room, Azalea helping them magically seal the door. Afterwards, the former two tended to Aricka, while Azalea joined Ben, Jay, and Doug in discussing how to keep everyone in the room safe until the noise died down.

“I think we should be alright for now since we have the magical seal.” Doug noted.

“But what if someone tries to force their way in? You know, like Ella for example?” Jay argued.

“Anyone who isn’t a student or staff member of the school can’t enter the dorms without proper permission.” Ben interjected. “Between that and our extra measures, we should be safe.”

“Even if someone does weasel their way in, I’ll be on guard-” Azalea sparked xyr pendant, before xe stopped, a forlorn expression on xyr face. Jay took note of this.

“In any case, we should focus on making sure Aricka is okay.” Ben said.

This seemed to snap Azalea out of it for the time being. “He’s right.”

Xe walked towards Aricka, followed by Jay. Kneeling down, xyr heart broke at her teary face.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Xe asked with a gentle tone.

“I- just…” Aricka tried to articulate her thoughts against her bubbling emotions. “I can’t believe she hit me,” she whispered. “She’s never hit me before.”

“And if she knows what’s good for her she never will again.” Jay said.

“Yeah. We’re here for you Aricka, we’ll make sure nothing like that ever happens to you again.” Azalea affirmed.

“I’m going to have protection bracelets made for you and Chad; if she tries anything you’ll just have to activate the beam and we can teleport to you or vice versa.” Mal swore.

“Same here princess, you and all the hero kids, you’re all getting some form of a protection charm.” Uma added.

“I want one for Aricka Page.” Seb White suddenly spoke up. “She can handle herself, but it would make me feel better. Knowing we can find each other.”

“We can make that happen.” Azalea assured. “Everyone in this room has done so much to help us, it’s the least we can do. I’ve learned a thing or two about magical jewelry from my mom, I might be able to work something out.”

“Indeed.” Evie said. “Azalea and I will make sure that all of you get something of ours to ensure everyone knows you’re under our protection.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Jay said.

Aricka then turned to be comforted by Gil. Jay was glad to see that his friend had caring friends to support her, and wanted to be there for her as much as they did. However, his focus shifted to Azalea. He had never seen xyr magic so wild before, and with how it connected to xyr emotions, he could only imagine what xe was feeling.

“Hey, you alright?” He said, walking up to xem. “Your magic- It looked like it was really intense.”

Azalea sighed. “I don’t know. Everything happened so fast, I just… Don’t know.”

Jay’s brows furrowed in concern. “C’mon, let’s go sit.”

He brought xem over to the corner of the room, sitting with xem on a small sofa.

“I’ve… Never lost control of my magic like that before.” Azalea explained. “I didn’t even know what I was doing until Evie called out to us.”

“You’re still new at your magic, it's natural to slip up now and again. Besides, you were only trying to protect Aricka, you didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” Jay reasoned.

“But I could have!” Xe cried. “What if Evie didn’t intervene, what if I lost control of the fire and I made everything worse-”

“Hey.” He grabbed xyr hands. “You didn’t. You were trying to help your friend, and you did.”

“But… What if the other Auradon kids are scared of me because of it? What if no one trusts me because of my magic?”

Azalea’s eyes drifted off as xe spiraled further into xyr imagination. However, they were brought back to Earth by Jay’s voice.

“Azalea, look at me.” He squeezed xyr hands. “I trust you. Mal and the others trust you. Everyone who knows you for who you are trusts you. If anyone is scared by a little magic burst, they’re not worth your time.”

Xe smiled faintly at his words. “Thank you Jay. It means a lot to hear that.”

“Of course Zales.” He put an arm on xyr shoulder. “I’m here for you, nothing’s gonna change that.”

Relief washed over xyr face as xe looked into his eyes. “Love you Jay.”

“Love you too.”

He drew xem closer to his chest, placing his chin on the top of xyr head. “We’re gonna get this figured out, don’t worry.”

The two just cuddled for a bit, gentle reassurances whispered as they focused on comforting the other. However, all were interrupted when, without warning, the door opened.

#rise of the descendants au #emerald bloom #thief of my heart

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as a descendant fan and buddy shipper, DO THE CROSSOVER PLEASE!!!!! I need navy seal buck working at auradon prep being a support system for the VK, I need the golden retriever and pit bull energy that is Buck and Ben to meet.

Okay, not gonna lie, Buck somehow ending up in Auradon is a lot better than what I was thinking (Descendants in our world) because I can so imagine Buck being best friends with Chip and somehow becoming Ben's personal guard as a favor to Chip because the boy has no sense of self-preservation!

Of course, the Descendants somehow winding up in our world means Doug might come face to face with a dragon...

(For my followers who aren't 9-1-1 fans, I am not referring to Evie's Doug but a character in 9-1-1 named Doug. He's an asshat, to put it politely)

#responding to ask box #ask box #answering ask box

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Sorry to bring up a post from February but your Evie "I did something bad" post has me sitting here imagining Cell Block Tango with the Descendants gals... I don't dislike these guys and don't hate all these ships (Aside from Doug and Devie) but I feel like I can see it happening sksksk

Being mean to Ben here oops. I don't hate him just don't ship Bal. The song made it impossible to avoid WHOOPSIE

Uma with the first verse (Harry, maybe? Sorry mate) "chewing- no, not chewing- poppin'" gum.)

Audrey with the second verse. (Ben, probably. And also the line "He took a flower in its prime! And then he used it and he abused it! It was a murder, but not a crime!" I feel fits her mindset in D3 quite a bit)

Evie with the third verse. (Doug canonically accused her of cheating so it feels fitting. "And then he ran into my knife... He ran into my knife ten times.")

Jane with the fourth. (I feel like it fits considering this verse is the one where the murder wasn't actually her and she's been wrongfully found guilty.)

Mal with the fifth? (Ben again (sorry buddy) and likely Audrey taking the place of Veronica. Mal going dragon and going feral. "It wasn't until later when I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead.")

Maybe Lonnie with the sixth? (Jay (Sorry bud) "But he was always trying to find himself. He'd go out every night looking for himself")

Just imagining sksks

Hey, Anon, no worries! No such thing as an old post. <3 jdsakjkdsgjkd this would certainly be a performance! I only saw Chicago once, but Cell Block Tango was certainly memorable enough to imagine this.

#anonymous #<3 #descendants #the ask box #descendants fandom

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anathenaeum · 1 year

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Benjamin "Ben" Florian

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Ben Florian is the son of Queen Belle and King Adam, who was once known only as “The Beast.” In my head-canon, he has an adopted younger sister named Sapphire.

Ben is holding a council meeting in his father’s stead. He is extremely anxious because it is his first time to hold a meeting. Despite encouragement from both Belle and Beast, the meeting goes horribly wrong and Ben loses his temper. In the end, Ben manages to find a solution to the problems and invites Grumpy to a one-on-one meeting, believing that it would be better that way and solves the situation peacefully. He then comes to believe in himself as the King that he is instead of the King everyone expects him to be.

Like Mal, he has a mystical dream. In his case, he finds himself the Isle of the Lost where he meets a strange girl with mischievous eyes and purple hair. While singing Once Upon a Dream on his date with Audrey, Aurora’s daughter, Ben realizes the relevance between the song and his dream.

This also explains the reason to why he feels pity for the children on the Isle of the Lost. Like them, he was born into his life, where everything was taken care of for him. Though he is proud to be his parents’ son and the future king of Auradon, he also felt trapped and started imagining how it would feel like for those children, who even had lesser choices than him. This prompts him to make the decision he does regarding the children on the Isle of the Lost.

Poised to take the throne, he makes his first proclamation and offers a chance at redemption to Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay when they are given a chance to attend Auradon Prep. Unlike his peers, he does not fear the trouble-making teens and embraces them as friends while he helps them navigate the unfamiliar land where goodness runs rampant.

One month, before being coronated King, Ben informs his parents of his first royal decree: to give the children of the Isle of the Lost a chance at redemption and to attend Auradon Prep. To ensure the safety of both his plan and the citizens, he decides to start small with the children who need the help most - Carlos, Jay, Evie and Mal.

He tries his best to befriend them and help, but his girlfriend Audrey is completely unwelcoming and takes him away, forcing Doug to take care of the tour and explanations.

Having been told how terrible Maleficent was in the past, Ben attempts reaching out to Mal the most. Because of this, he begins developing affection for her. He also helps get both Jay and Carlos on the Tourney Team. Unaware of the kids’ mission to steal Fairy Godmother’s wand, Ben is tricked by Mal into eating a cookie laced with a love potion. This actually proves helpful as this allows him to break up with Audrey and date Mal, finding they have more in common.

On a date, Ben swims in an enchanted lake, which removes the love spell from him. After Mal attempts to save him, thinking he drowned, he tells her that he can see her inner goodness is stronger than the evil she’s descended from. He continues faking being under the spell but genuinely shows love for her as the day of his coronation nears.

On the day he is to be crowned king, Ben rides in a carriage with Mal, who gives him a cupcake with the antidote in it. He eats it too early, then reveals that he has been free from the spell since their first date, and forgives her for her doing because he believed that she did not believe they could be together as long as he was with Audrey. When she questions whether he’d been faking his affection, he reveals that he’s truly in love with her as he gives her his signet ring. During the ceremony, Jane steals the wand to use its magic to improve her looks. Unfortunately, the wand unleashes a blast of magic that undoes the barrier around the Isle of the Lost, allowing Maleficent to escape and attempt stealing the wand. Ben talks Mal into listening to her heart, which subsequently convinces the others to do the same thing. They all decide to be good people of Auradon moments before Maleficent arrives and freezes everyone in the hall.

Ben is left happily surprised when the spell is undone thanks to Mal, Jay, Evie and Carlos, who used their combined goodness to shrink Dragon Maleficent to the size of gecko. They then proceed to celebrate their victory in the courtyard of Auradon Prep.

Ben is now in charge of everything in Auradon as its new king. Reports come in from various regions of the kingdom where unusual earthquakes and storms are hitting, and more disturbingly, a dragon has been spotted in Camelot Heights. Worried that they are in danger, the wizard Merlin asks for a petition to use magic. Worried that it would cause consequences, Ben instead decides to visit Camelot and observe the situation. He eventually finds out the monster is indeed a dragon, and many suspect it to be Maleficent’s doing despite her incarceration.

Ben returns to Auradon just as Mal and her friends are leaving for the Isle of the Lost to investigate matters of their own. Ben allows them to leave, putting faith in his girlfriend. After much investigation, Ben finds out that the dragon is not Maleficent, but from something else. He and Grumpy then investigate the Dwarf Mines, where he accidentally meets up with Mal’s team and the true culprit, Madam Mim. After a hard battle, Ben saves the day by pointing Excalibur (the sword borrowed from Camelot) at Madam Mim, forcing her to surrender. Merlin then sends everyone back to where they belong and seals the underground tunnel to keep the inhabitants of the Isle of the Lost from escaping.

Later, Ben goes to the Isle of the Lost to find Mal after he realizes she has left Auradon. Mal’s friends, Carlos, Evie and Jay, decide to go with him to help, but first they have to teach him their wicked ways so he can sneak around the Island without being recognized.

Verses:

The little prince: pre-Descendants and Descendants verse

King of anything: Descendants 2 and onwards

Road less traveled: any greatly-canon-divergent threads or AUs (can go along with any other verses)

AUs:

Borrowed babies: (Foster Care) foster brother

I solemnly swear that i’m up to no good: (Harry Potter) Hufflepuff fifth-year

There was an idea: (MCU) Inhuman who can shapeshift into a wolf

All that gleams and glitters: (Modern) plays football because his dad wants him to, but he would prefer to be in the library

Alternatively 1902: (Victorian) the heir to a fortune

Grow up with the land: (Wild West) the son of a widowed school teacher

Forward to victory: (World War II) volunteer soldier who lied about his age to get into the army

Starter Call

#muses #notes; benjamin florian

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Mahesh Magar, a guide with Himalayan Research Expeditions, exits a cave on the Khumbu Glacier, just a short walk from Everest Base Camp. With elevations of more than 17,500 feet above sea level, these are some of the highest mapped caves in the world. Caves like this one are forming in high altitude Himalayan glaciers as soaring temperatures send more meltwater cascading through the insides of glaciers, melting tunnels that are literally rotting glaciers from the inside out.

These Caves Mean Death For Himalayan Glaciers

Otherworldly Ice Caves are Rotting the Glaciers From the Inside Out, Putting Villages Below in the Path of Devastating Potential Flash Floods.

— By Douglas Fox | Photographs By Jason Gulley | January 10, 2024

Jason Gulley has spent 19 years crawling through the insides of glaciers, from Alaska to Nepal. Sometimes these caves, carved through the ice by running water, are large enough for a truck to drive through. Other times, they’re so narrow that he slides along the slippery floor on his belly. If he pauses, his clothing can freeze to the ice.

Gulley is a geologist at the University of South Florida, who began his career studying limestone caverns. It was only by chance that he started exploring the insides of glaciers. The first time he entered one of these caves in the Mount Everest Region, on Lhotse Glacier, was a harrowing experience.

He and his companion stood outside the entrance, watching basketball-sized rocks rain down from the unstable ice cliff overhead. After gathering his wits, he sprinted inside—followed a moment later by Douglas Benn, a veteran Himalayan Glaciologist from the University of St. Andrews in Scotland.

Left: Glaciologist Doug Benn enters a massive cave on the Khumbu Glacier in December 2006. This cave formed as ponds of melted water, sitting on top of glaciers, elevated water pressured and punched open the cracks, causing lake water to surge into the surrounding ice. Right: As the mountainous region warms, these ponds of melted water are becoming more common, hastening the demise of frozen glaciers.

After a few minutes in the cave, they accidentally triggered a minor collapse. The brittle ceiling shattered in a rain of ice shards. “That’s when it really started to dawn on us,” says Gulley. “We really have no idea of what could kill us in here.”

In the years since, Gulley, Benn, and several other scientists have managed to explore these little-known caves. Their work has laid bare the private lives of glaciers—and the disease that is rapidly consuming them.

Glaciers in the Himalaya are thinning by up to nine feet per year, and these caves are playing a pivotal role, hollowing out and collapsing the ice from within.

“It’s the cancer that’s eating what’s left of the glacier,” says Gulley.

As the world warms, the tongues of these glaciers are melting into large lakes, which threaten to unleash flash floods upon villages in the valleys below.

The Sherpa settlement of Gokyo lies beneath the rapidly disappearing Ngozumpa Glacier. Like nearly half of the glaciers in Nepal's Everest Region, the Ngozumpa Glacier is covered in rocky debris shed by adjacent mountains.

Little-explored Caves

Glaciers in the Himalaya differ from what most people imagine. Stand at the lower end of Ngozumpa Glacier, which flows from 26,864-foot Cho Oyu, the world’s sixth-highest mountain, and you will see what appears to be a jumble of rocks filling the valley.

Ngozumpa, like many Himalayan glaciers, is fed by avalanches that sweep down from above—depositing snow, rocks, and boulders onto its upper reaches.

As the glacier descends into warmer air, its surface starts to melt. This removes the upper layers of ice, bringing the buried rubble back to surface. There it accumulates in a layer, up to four feet thick, covering the glacier.

Many Himalayan glaciers are “debris-covered,” like Ngozumpa, and scientists believed that this would insulate them from warming temperatures. But it hasn’t worked out that way, says Teiji Watanabe, a geomorphologist at Hokkaido University in Japan, who has frequently visited the Everest Region since the late 1980s.

Melting water forms pools on the debris-covered Ngozumpa Glacier, in the Everest region of Nepal. Lakes like these heat up during summer and provide large sources of relatively warm water that can carve cave passages into the ice by melting the layers of ice below.

Electric lights in the Sherpa capitol of Namche Bazaar light up the night sky. Namche Bazaar and other nearby Sherpa settlements receive electricity from a small hydroelectric power plant. Infrastructure like this is vulnerable to floods from overlowing glacier lakes.

In the past few decades, the surface of Ngozumpa and other debris-covered glaciers has become pocked with thousands of sinkholes up to 100 feet deep, as the ice shrinks beneath the rocks. Melt ponds frequently fill these depressions. The total area of these ponds has tripled in 30 years—a rate of change that “is really, really amazing,” says Watanabe.

The cause of that rapid change was a mystery. But around the year 2000 Benn, the Scottish glaciologist, noticed a clue.

Melt ponds on Ngozumpa and other debris-covered glaciers often disappeared overnight. At the bottom of these empty depressions, Benn found cave openings, through which the lake had drained.

No one knew how extensive those caves were, or where they went.

But in 2004, Benn met Gulley—an accomplished caver—through a mutual friend.

Benn’s photos of gaping cave openings and pitted glaciers reminded Gulley of limestone landscapes in the Caribbean, where thousands of sinkholes had formed as caves collapsed beneath the surface. With Gulley’s expertise, they entered their first glacier cave in the Everest Region, in 2005.

Glaciologist Doug Benn examines the roof of a glacier cave on Nepal's Khumbu Glacier. The entire cave roof consists of blocks of shattered ice that had been frozen together.

Glacier researcher Matt Covington moves through a tight section of a cave inside the Ngozumpa Glacier, during a 2018 expedition. Crawling at altitudes between 15,000 and 18,000 feet above sea level is one of the most physically demanding parts of cave exploration.

A Downward Spiral of Melting Caves

As they ventured into the darkness, the beams from their headlamps illuminated the fog of their breath. Thin layers of dust, as fine as flour, coated the surfaces — “as if the cave was a store that went out of business 30 years ago,” says Gulley.

They hurried out of that first cave after part of its ceiling collapsed.

Their second cave entry, several days later, didn’t go much better. As they walked down a passage, their spiked crampons crackling on the ice, Gulley suddenly plunged through the floor.

Only later did they realize they’d been walking on a false floor—a veneer of ice, three quarters of an inch thick, that had formed on top of standing water. That water later drained out from below—leaving the five-foot void that Gulley fell into.

They gradually learned to avoid these hazards. And as they explored Ngozumpa Glacier, year after year, Gulley was amazed at how these meandering ice caves resembled limestone caverns—except in the glacier, the ornate scallops, grooves, stalagmites, and stalactites had formed in a few months, rather than thousands of years.

Jason Gulley navigates a cave in Nepal's Ngozumpa Glacier, stooping as he walks. Even experienced cave explorers struggle to descend caves covered in ice.

The caves formed where bands of debris-rich ice provided a weak spot that melt water exploited. The passages were often round, with a deep chasm cutting into the floor, indicating it was carved by gushing water that eventually slowed to a stream.

But glacier caves also differed in some striking ways.

As Gulley and Benn made repeated trips to Ngozumpa Glacier, they saw that narrow passages often squeezed shut from one year to the next—the glacial ice oozing inward like silly putty. Those passages melted open again the next time water from a draining lake gushed through.

These observations led Benn and Gulley to a theory—published in 2017—of how caves erode debris-covered glaciers.

“As those caves expand and collapse, they’re creating new depressions, that create new lakes, that create new caves,” says Gulley.

As this downward spiral continues, the depressions expand and deepen, forming ice cliffs that melt quickly because they’re warmed by sunlight. Warm melt ponds undercut the ice cliffs—crumbling them—exposing more bare ice.

In this way, a depression “can grow faster and faster the bigger it gets,” says Ryan Strickland, a PhD student studying caves at the University of Arkansas.

Strickland used a drone to measure 3,000 depressions on Ngozumpa Glacier. His analysis, published in August, suggests that depressions really do grow more quickly as they expand—consistent with Gulley’s theory that melt caves drive the process.

“It’s absolutely plausible,” says Owen King, a mountain glaciologist at Newcastle University in the United Kingdom, who has worked in this region. “The mechanisms that Ryan has described, we can definitely see evidence for.”

The melt water gushing through caves gathers in a massive lake near the glacier’s terminus. Spillway Lake is half a mile long. It is dammed by a massive ridge of rubble that the glacier piled up over thousands of years. As it grows, it could rupture that dam, sending several million cubic yards of water plunging down the valley.

In 1985, a glacial lake outburst flood eight miles southwest of Ngozumpa swept away 14 bridges, 30 houses, and a hydroelectric plant. This flood risk will increase as more glaciers give way to lakes.

Mere steps from Everest Base Camp, a pair of researchers drop into a glacier cave on Nepal's Khumbu glacier. Rising temperatures and melting ice lowered the ice surface at Everest Base Camp by a staggering 98 feet between 1984 and 2015.

A Remnant Cave Left High and Dry

When Gulley visited Ngozumpa Glacier in 2018 and 2019, he was shocked by what he saw. Very few caves remained. So much of the glacier had sagged down to the level of Spillway Lake, that melt water was no longer driven to flow downhill and create new caves.

They did find one fragment of a cave that Gulley first mapped in 2005. Back then its entrance was at the bottom of a depression. But now all that remained was a short section of cave piercing a ridge of ice.

Even as melt caves disappear from the lower reaches of Ngozumpa, they will penetrate higher up the glacier’s 22-mile length. Melt caves will eviscerate more and more glaciers—creating lakes that could release devastating floods.

“These caves are symptoms of dying glaciers,” says Gulley. “This is what almost all of the glaciers in the Everest Region are going to be turning into.”

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Doug withdrew all at once while Izzy tried to get his senses together enough to protest the loss of contact. Then a hand was on his face, pushing his blindfold up, and he winced at how bright the dim candlelight seemed in comparison to total darkness.

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“Fuck, no—” he tried to say, but the whine in his voice was so desperate that he clamped his mouth shut.

“I’m sorry,” Doug said in a soft, tender voice. “Was it too much?”

Izzy shook his head, a frustrated growl caught in his throat.

“Words,” Doug chided in a way that was kind and fond and not at all judgmental.

“It was focking perfect.” Izzy almost spat out of habit. He swallowed, and his irritation slid away, and he felt—uncertain. “I just said the first thing that—that came to mind.”

Doug looked down at him for a quiet moment, then laughed under his breath and leaned down to kiss his cheek. It was a warm, lingering press of lips to skin, neither brief nor heated.

“I think a different stop word is in order,” he said as he pulled back. “How about Evelyn?”

A muffled sound came from the side of the bed, and Izzy looked over to see Evelyn between Mary’s legs, freshly resurfaced from the endless layers of cloth that made up the woman’s skirt.

“Why me?” she asked, her lips wet and pouty.

Doug smiled, his eyes not leaving Izzy’s face while the blindfold descended again, and the movement of his lips was the last thing Izzy saw.

“Because if your name is the first thing that comes to mind as I take him in my mouth, I’ll be a little hurt.” His voice dropped just a bit, just enough that Izzy’s focus on hearing in the absence of sight caught it. “And I hope he’s looking forward to what I plan to do to him that his thoughts are on me.”

Izzy’s thoughts turned to the noise that filled the silence between waves lapping at the hull. He swallowed around a lump in his throat as he waited with anticipation simmering beneath his skin for the first touch.

It came, at last—a gentle brush of fingertips over his hip bone, curling down the outside of his thigh before circling over to make their way back up along his inner thigh.

A shiver coursed through him when two fingers pressed against the tight flesh of his balls, kneading as they worked toward the base of his cock. The whole hand wrapped around the shaft but didn’t stroke, didn’t even squeeze.

His cock was held still, with no further movement, and the anticipation returned like a rush of wind into sails, filling him with renewed sensations of want and need and—

Warmth. Wet, slick warmth of Doug’s mouth enveloping the head and sliding down, forcing a string of curses from his own lips when Doug sucked gently with each pause before taking more of him.

His arms and legs strained against the ropes with the urge to curl in on himself, to hide how intensely he enjoyed it. He should be in a corner somewhere fantasizing about this, jerking off and crying about it.

But instead he was lying on silk sheets, stretched out and laid bare, being worshipped by the mouth of a man he barely knew and who barely knew him and yet it felt like—a bit like love, or how he wanted to imagine love felt.

Tender and warm and, god, safe.

Doug’s lips reached his fingers, and Izzy desperately wished he could have seen it. He wasn’t gifted with a member that was worth gloating about, but he still imagined it was an impressive sight to see someone take all of him, to see—

Izzy cried out when Doug swallowed, his mouth going so, so tight around him, squeezing almost too tight, chasing away any thought except fucking CUNT.

He clenched his teeth and hissed through them, trying not to cum like he’d never been touched before. He wasn’t a fucking virgin, so why was a simple mouth on his cock sending jolts of heat straight to his core?

Doug bobbed, now, his mouth going loose as he slid back up and down, tight when he took the entirety of him again. He paused at the head to swipe his tongue along the slit, and Izzy couldn’t begin to imagine the reward his slutty cock was giving away.

And then he nearly swore again when Doug pulled away with an audible pop.

He tried to suss out what was happening next by the movement between his legs, but he wasn’t used to trying to see without sight. He just knew Doug was moving around, and that for a moment he was left aching and a little cold as his arousal waned, as thoughts started to creep in again.

Was that it? Had Doug gotten bored? Did Izzy not do it right?

Then, the familiar pressure of something pressing against his center. Doug’s cock, he assumed, wet with some kind of lubricant.

He hadn’t realized how relaxed he was until the tentative push tested him and his body almost desperately let him in. No resistance, no tension, nothing but his own sigh of relief as he felt himself filled slowly until they were skin-to-skin.

“All right?” Doug asked, as if he couldn’t fucking tell from Izzy’s wanton and eager hole.

“Yes,” he started to growl, and then Doug did something with his hips that pushed just a bit deeper, just a bit too full and Izzy’s voice cracked into something a little pitchy and breathy.

“I’m glad.” Doug’s hands trailed over his thighs that were forced apart and settled on the curve where they met his ass. “Your body is absolutely breathtaking, Israel.”

Izzy didn’t know how to reply. When Doug didn’t move, he tried to force him, but the ropes and hands kept him perfectly and uselessly still.

“It really is.” Doug squeezed, then finally started to slide back. “I would wager you’re the nicest man to look at I’ve had the pleasure of servicing.”

“Servicing,” Izzy repeated with a hoarse croak. “Is the talk part of the ‘service’?”

He could hear the smile in Doug’s voice as he thrusted into him, his whole body trying and failing to rock with the force of it, and Doug said in a quiet voice, closer than Izzy expected, close enough to feel his breath, “No, the talking is just for my pleasure.”

Izzy wanted to give some kind of snarky retort, but Doug didn’t give him the opportunity. Lips crashed onto his own as hips rolled, fucking him slowly and deeply while devouring his mouth with a plunge of tongue.

The situation had every reason to feel like being used. He was tied up and unable to resist, but somehow it didn’t feel like anything less than worship.

The ropes were for him, not Doug. Doug would have done anything he asked.

God, he fucking loved this—this—focus on him and his wants and his needs.

It made him happy to lie there, stretched out and pinned down, fucked and kissed and squeezed. It made him happy, end of sentence.

Doug moved to rest his forehead on Izzy’s shoulder, bracing himself as he focused on the angle of his hips until—

“Fuck!”

—he found it.

Doug huffed a laugh that puffed warm air over Izzy’s chest. He tightened his grip and started to pound him in earnest, slamming into that spot with what seemed like expert precision, but Izzy didn’t have space in his brain to really think about that.

He was too busy seeing flashes of color in the darkness of the blindfold, stars erupting behind his eyelids, and heat coiling tighter and tighter until he came with a strangled shout. Doug didn’t let up, fucking him through every rope of cum that Izzy felt shoot across his own stomach and chest.

Doug pulled out just as soon as Izzy went lax, and he couldn’t voice his question why in time before he felt more cum hitting his skin, lower than his own, painting his thighs and his cock and balls.

“Beautiful,” Doug murmured quietly, a little fondly. “Oh, you beautiful creature.”

Izzy sucked in a ragged breath and let himself go limp against the ropes, sighing and even allowing his face to relax into an almost-smile.

He felt—not beautiful, no, but. Right. He felt right, for the first time in a long time.

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