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Instead of using magic to fit in, Mal does things the hard way. She asks Evie for help. Evie only knows how to help the way she was taught. It hurts the both of them very badly. She knew what Mal had asked of her, even if Mal probably hadn’t, but her brain shied away from actually doing it. She tried not to think about how she was taught, she tried not to think about being taught at all. They were just things she did now. Things she was. But Mal was cracking open in front of her, and she knew that she could fix it. They didn’t treat Evie like they did Mal. Her looks and her manners and the act all let her slide under the scrutiny that Mal was breaking under, even though she’d let herself slip since she’d arrived.

Evie & Mal

Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Eating Disorders, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Evie Needs a Hug (Disney), Mal Needs a Hug (Disney), Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Two people with the very best intentions hurting each other anyway, Pre-Movie: Descendants 2 (2017)

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Xander and Spike engage in low stakes, music based, psychological warfare while Spike is tied to a chair in the Harris Basement.

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Culmination of a running gag from a hypothetical season 4 where Oz doesn't get written out. People keep accidentally leaving Willow's ex Boyfriend and her Current Girlfriend in a room alone together, the camera cuts to the next scene after a couple seconds of silence. After three episodes of this, the rest of the Scoobies are shocked to discover that they are, actually, friends and we see them hang out together for real.

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Yo, you know Rise of Red, the Time Travel Descendants film about time travel? What if it didn't have time travel, and also the character arcs were complete and made sense as a single work.

Welcome to the Urban Resistance AU. It's a game of cat and mouse through Auradon. The Queen of Hearts does her Coup and Chloe and Red escape, but instead of using the Pocketwatch, they have to learn to trust each other and get along while escaping the card soldiers and attempting to thwart the sweeping changes of the new Regime.

Chloe, Our Knight in Shining Armor and face of the resistance, skilled in close quarters combat and community organization, has to stop being precious about how to accomplish her goals and accept help from unlikely places. Her glass slipper shatters when she stops holding back and lands a roundhouse kick on a guard to protect Red.

Red, Our Shadow behind the scenes, familiar with how her mother thinks and plans, good at stealth and parkour, and the only person in Auradon with practical, structured, magic training that's not in prison, has to learn how to work with other people and gain their trust. It's revealed at the climax that her supposed betrayal in the second act was a planned ruse.

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Oz, you were so fun and I know what the writers did in season 4 when Seth Green wanted to leave wasn't you.

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You ever think about the fact that Dru was probably with Spike when he killed his second Slayer in 1977 New York?

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NEW Chapter of Cheating on Truth out now.

Scotty goes Vulturing. He meets some new people. Features the Townies, a decomposing raccoon, and a daring escape. Hey also, I am not joking around about the Animal Death and Gore this chapter.

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NEW Chapter of Cheating on Truth out now.

Scotty goes Vulturing. He meets some new people. Features the Townies, a decomposing raccoon, and a daring escape. Hey also, I am not joking around about the Animal Death and Gore this chapter.

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Uh oh, I talked too much shit during family movie night and now I have a new work posted.

What if Jack was more Jack in Chronicles? He tilts his head a little, looking, and they mirror it exactly. Too exactly. Pride and a nauseating sort of anger fight for space inside his chest. He nods his head at Jack and dispatches the circling small fry. She’s gone by the time he’s finished. Whisper silent and unobtrusive.

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That Spectra fan blog has catapulted me back into my love for Tom Comet, here’s the lad.

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What if Mattel made 3 whole people happy and rebooted failed 80s doll line Spectra and the Shimmerons?

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Dropping 4 short fics and a new chapter for a completed oneshot on Ao3, all in different fandoms, at ten pm on a random Tuesday. I love to make choices.

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This is Just Daring Charming and Cerise Hood kissing.

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Exploiting my Zombies hyperfixation to get better at drawing likenesses.

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Remember when I posted art on here?

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Robot Meat

He tips his head back, makes a noise when the cords attach to the ports on his forehead. Half a groan with a clicking stutter as his brain rushes to feel the rest of his body, his buddy, his Power. His blood pumps through his veins in sync with the coolant and fuel and hydraulic fluid. His second heart revs to life. He opens all eight of his eyes, feeling the usual creeping sensation as he sees the back of his own head from a few too many angles. Speedmaster is not strictly his body, admitting that the meat that lets him connect his nerves to the metal and muscle of a machine that, by design, isn’t supposed to think feels like a conversation could get a person thrown out of the army. He’s done that already, without needing to say anything stupid. He rolls his shoulders and Speedmaster mirrors the motion across the flaps of its carapace. Disengaging from its harness and closing with a click that rattles appreciably through his whole body.

Trava’s read the history books. He’s fought thinking weapons. He knows why that’s scary, it’s just, there’s a tingling itch in his brain, his fingertips, down his spine, where Speedmaster is supposed to be. They belong to each other. That’s why they all had to go. Because after what they’d become, after Speedmaster started to reach out and catch him, they couldn’t be anything else. They don’t want to be anything else. Trava keeps his body still and steady as the launching jut extends even if inside he’s vibrating at being able to see the jet dark around him, filling his vision until it’s just him and the stars dotting space around him and Trava’s body from behind, the back of his head and all. He was discharged for being too good. That’s how he tells it, that’s how Shinkai tells it. It makes them sound cocky in a way that neatly covers the truth of the matter. Which is that being as good as he was, as they were, him and Shinkai and Speedmaster, together, is a symptom. It is supposed to be impossible what they do, the three of them. He thinks it happens more often than they’re willing to admit. He knows pilots who never adjust right to a new power after a promotion or an old power jittering brokenly through startup after its last pilot died. Shinkai can tell stories about mechanics who follow their pet projects around and how they never behave just right without them. They’re just, the most. And they were obvious. His numbers got too good. People pay attention to things like that in the military. They have to notice Speedmaster making adjustments too fast for even Trava’s species’ reflexes eventually. And they see Shinkai mumble to himself as ports in and cleans and calibrates and repairs so precisely, never even checking systems that don’t need it.

Just because Speedmaster isn’t a Thinking Weapon doesn’t mean it doesn’t think. It just can’t move unless Trava and Shinkai listen to it. And Trava loves listening. He launches with a whoop and snaps in an erratic dance around the ship. 

Look, Shinkai, look at what we can do, at what we are, at how well you keep us together.