#ally of wonderland

[marigoldwriter]

If there's a couple that I've NEVER seen anyone shipping, but that I've been shipping since I was little, Idk why, but I've always thought they were cute together, it's Freddie x Ally from the Disney animated series, "Descendants: Wicked World".

I've never seen anyone say anything but I love their interactions in 'Wicked World', I've always thought since I was young: "Oh, they would make a good couple", randomly.

[bellalampwickrossi]

Disney Descendants : Scene From Freddie's Shadow Cards

  As Freddie waded through the murky water, listening to Ally list off more imaginary illnesses, she made a mental note of all of the creatures of the swamp her father had told her about over the years.

  Obviously there were the gators. Those were dangerous. The egrets—tall white birds with pointy beaks—were only a problem if you were a frog. Crayfish could pinch you under the water, but nothing deadly. And she wasn’t even going to think about the scorpions and anacondas.

  But as she ticked off the animals on her fingers, she had the feeling she was forgetting something. Something important. Something big. Something…

  Freddie heard a vicious snarl and froze in her tracks.

  Something like that.

  Jordan, who clearly failed to notice that Freddie had stopped, ran right into Freddie’s back, nearly knocking her down in the knee-deep water.

  “What’s the deal?” Jordan griped. “Why are we stop—” But she never finished her question, because suddenly she saw the thing too.

  It was standing on a rock in the middle of the swamp, like a king of a small island, completely blocking their passage.

  It was huge. It was terrifying.

  And it was angry.

  The beast opened its mouth and let out a roar, showing off its humongous fangs.

  “What is it?” Jordan whispered, her voice trembling.

  “I think it’s a—” Freddie started to say, but she was interrupted by Ally, who was excitedly moving toward the terrifying creature.

  “Aww! It’s a big kitty!”

  Freddie tried to grab Ally to pull her back, but Ally was already too far ahead and approaching the giant cat, which snarled and hissed at her.

  “Come here, pretty kitty!” Ally cooed.

  “Ally!” Freddie whispered frantically. “Come back! That’s not a kitty. It’s a cougar!”

  But Ally ignored her and kept moving forward, her hand outstretched.

  Freddie couldn’t watch. Ally was about to get her hand chomped off by a vicious cougar!

  The cat roared again and lashed out at Ally with an angry swipe of its paw. Ally yelped and jumped back, landing on her bottom in the swamp water. After a moment, she pushed herself back to her feet and placed her hands on her hips. “How rude!” she scolded the cat. “Naughty kitty! Naughty, naughty kitty!”

  The cougar hissed in response, shaking its head.

  “Ally,” Jordan warned, “I think we need to turn back. That is not a kitty. That is a very angry cougar and—”

  “No,” Ally retorted. “We came this far. I’m drenched in muddy swamp water. I’m covered in mosquito bites. I am not turning back just because this kitty doesn’t remember its manners.”

  “Ally,” Freddie said, her wide eyes pinned on the cat, “it’s a wild animal. It doesn’t know any manners.”

  “Nonsense,” Ally insisted. “That’s no excuse. Mum says everyone should have good manners. I’ll just have to explain that to him.”

  Freddie was starting to lose her patience. She would’ve liked to just grab Ally and drag her away, but she didn’t want to get any closer to that ferocious cat. “Ally, you can’t explain anything to a wild cougar.”

  But Ally ignored her. She placed her hands on her hips and in a stern yet patient voice said to the cougar, “Now, you listen here, kitty. Just because you live in a swamp, that does not give you an excuse to be rude.”

  The cougar hissed and spat, clawing at the air with its mighty paw.

  “That’s a good point,” Ally said, as though actually responding to something the cat was saying. “We are strangers walking through your home. So why don’t we all get to know each other. My name is Ally. And this is Freddie and Jordan.”

  Jordan gave a weak, petrified wave, but Freddie refused to move.

  “Freddie,” Ally admonished. “Say hi to the kitty so you’re not strangers anymore.”

  This is ridiculous! Freddie thought.

  Freddie had always suspected Ally was a little peculiar, but now she was sure of it. In fact, this girl had to be mad as a hatter. And she was about to get them all eaten because of it.

  “Freddie,” Ally warned again.

  “Hi, kitty,” Freddie said reluctantly.

  “Very good. Now what is your name?” Ally asked the cougar.

  The cat roared and crouched low, looking like he was ready to pounce.

  “Ally,” Freddie said. She was terrified now. “He’s about to attack.”

  “Biscuit!” Ally exclaimed. “Well, that’s a lovely name.”

  Biscuit? Freddie thought. Is she serious? Where does she get this stuff?

  “Now, Biscuit,” Ally went on. “I would like you to be a good little kitty and lie down so I can pet your belly.”

  The cat couched lower, narrowing its dark vicious eyes at Ally and flicking its tail. It was definitely going to attack.

  Freddie readied herself to run. Ally could do what she wanted, but Freddie was not going to get mauled by a swamp cougar.

  “All the way down,” Ally commanded, pointing toward the ground with her finger.

  Then, just when Freddie swore it was about to spring into the air and make a delicious lunch out of Ally, the cougar lay down instead. Freddie’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

  Was that a coincidence?

  “Good kitty,” Ally commended. “Now roll over.”

  The cat rolled onto its back, his legs sticking straight into the air.

  Freddie couldn’t believe what she was seeing!

  “There you go,” Ally said, approaching the cougar. She slowly extended a hand and scratched its stomach. The cat began to purr.

  “Is this for real?” Jordan murmured to Freddie out of the side of her mouth, keeping her gaze locked on the scene in front of them.

  “I’m not sure,” Freddie admitted.

  “Good Biscuit,” Ally trilled, reaching up to scratch the cat’s neck.

  The cat purred louder and let his head hang back.

  “Pretty kitty.”

  The cat licked its paw and rubbed its ear, grooming itself. Ally laughed. “Yes, you are a pretty kitty. Yes, you are!”

  Careful not to scare the creature, Freddie slowly approached and gaped at Ally in wonder.

  “What?” Ally asked, seeing Freddie’s astonished expression.

  “ So you really can talk to cats?”

  Ally tilted her head like she didn’t understand the question. “You can talk to anyone.”

  “No, I mean, they can actually understand what you’re saying,” Freddie clarified.

  Ally stood up and wiped her slightly dirty hands on her dress. “Of course they can, silly.”

  Then she walked around the rock, where the subdued cougar was still lying, and continued wading through the swamp. Freddie just stood there, still in shock, as she glanced back and forth between Ally and the wild cat, which right then looked no scarier than a stuffed animal.

  Maybe she’s kind of a genius.

  “Hey, slowpokes!” Ally called back to them. “Are you guys coming or not?

  Freddie looked at Jordan, who looked back at Freddie.

  “Uh, did Ally just save us from a swamp cat?” Jordan asked.

  Freddie nodded, still completely stunned by the recent turn of events. “I think she did.”

[hannahhook7744]

Ally of Wonderland Edits;

Baby Ally, baby Pin, Alice, Pinocchio, and their four cats.

Dino the cat (Ally's pet) edit.

Bulletin board.

Ally, Pinocchio, and Pin.

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

Audrey, showing off her new jacket: you like? It's designer.

Ally: do you think the reason why your parents constantly send you expensive gifts is because they're trying to make up for the fact that they don't love you?

Audrey:

Audrey, shrugging: I don't know, probably. It's cute though right?

[tiredflowercrown]

I did a thing.

Anyways please enjoy!!

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Ally of Neverland 2

First part to be found here

Alice lands, again, impossibly, at her feet.

(„Maybe that's because you are a cat,“ notes Cheshire Cat's voice in her head, „Are you sure you are not a cat?“

„I am a girl,“ counters Alice. Somewhere on the way, she lost one of her words: Just a few hours ago, she'd have answered that she is a little girl. But now, no. Her answer is truthful, she feels. She was on the Isle of the Lost and she is not little anymore.)

Even more impossibly, the baby is still in her arms.

It's not crying anymore and Alice can't tell whether that is good or bad. The child appears shell-shocked, bright blue eyes staring at everything and nothing at once. Alice waves her hand before the child's eyes: they track the movement, if only just barely.

That's good, right?

„That's right, little one,“ she whispers, „Stay with me. Forget the rabbit hole, all is well now. You are safe.“

(The baby makes a confused babbling sound at the world „safe“. Alice doesn't try that hard to understand.)

She wonders if the little girl will remember the rabbit hole, or the Isle.

She wonders if some half-way sane memories will stick in her brain, stubborn and clinging like the pitch, like misfortune.

She hopes not, but she knows time waits for no one.

It runs on its own merit, mostly forwards but also sideways and upwards and however it wishes, and girls and white rabbits are left to chase it forever and more.

(Or run from it?)

Also, speaking of time.

Alice adjusts the baby girl on her hip again and says: „Come along now; it's teatime.“

…Can babies this old even walk? How old is she anyway? What is her name?

No, no.

Worries second, teatime first.

Alice sneaks into her home through the side entrance and makes leeway to the kitchen: if she remembers well and if the time runs as it should, there should be some scones left.

She hopes the baby likes scones.

She sets the little girl on the counter and shakes off her arms, which were getting quite tired, thank you for asking.

Then she immediately takes the baby back again when she sees her reach for a knife with worrying certainty.

„No!“ Alice scolds, „You don't need the sharp knives for tea time: butter knife is quite enough!“

She sets the girl down, so she could grab the scones, but she takes care to check that no sharp objects are in reach this time. She promised to take care of her, after all. Moments later, she has found the scones – which means that time does run as it should! – and gave one of them to the baby. Before Alice can even blink, the scone is gone, eaten, and it makes her worry about the passage of time again, but hey, what can one do?

She stuffs her pockets with some more tea scones and measures up the tea pot with a careful gaze: she probably won't be able to balance the baby and the teapot at the same time, will she?

No, water will have to do.

So she gives the child another treat and takes her up again; the baby babbles happily, if somewhat confusedly, and makes another grab for the knives over Alice's shoulder. Luckily, Alice doesn't see, and even more luckily, her little arms don't reach.

The two girls sneak their way out of the kitchen and towards Alice's room.

The two girls are stopped in their tracks by Mrs Liddel, coughing to get her daughter's attention. 

„Hi mom!“ Alice slowly turns around, an awkward smile on her lips.

She watches her mother's expression freeze and shatter.

„What do you have here, Alice,“ she asks, voice cold as ice.

„Ehm, a teascone. For teatime, you know,“ Alice replies, digging around her pockets, „Do you want some?“

„You have a baby, Alice. Why do you have a baby.“

Alice's mind blanks; she did not prepare any reasonable answers to this outlandish question. So she blurts out the first thing that comes up her tongue:

„Wait, you can see it too?!“

„Yes, Alice. Now, why do you have the baby?“

„…Some nice lady gave her to me. On the Isle of the Lost.“

It is the most interesting thing, that this is the first time Alice hears her mother swear.

„Alice, you need to give it back. Wherever you found it, you need to give it back. Its parents probably miss it terribly.“

Alice straightens her back and answers with all the certainty of her whole fourteen years:

„I’m not giving the baby back. Her mom gave her to me and told me to run.“

„Alice,“ sighs her mother, „Use your words. Tell me what really happened.“

„I already told you!“ argues Alice back, and as her voice rises, the baby flinches a bit, not that anyone notice, „Her mama gave her to me, on the Isle of the Lost, and told me to take her!“

The little girl buries her face in Alice’s hair, tugging at it and chewing as babies do, and they have almost the same colour of hair, did you notice?

„Alice–“

No, no, no. Alice isn’t listening, she is not.

She is telling the truth, you know? And she did promise to keep the baby safe.

„You need to give the child back.“

Alice looks at the child and sees the Isle in her eyes: Alice runs again, and then she is falling.

@dragoneyes618

[dragoneyes618]

I am proud to have written the first fanfiction in the Alistair Wonderland & Ally of Wonderland (Disney Descendants) tag on AO3! Which for some reason existed already even before I wrote it.

[allimili]

"Let's meet again next Halloween..."

[princess-ibri]

Just a fun question. So as we know from the sequel, Wendy has two children and one got to visit Neverland.

What do you think John and Michael are up to? Do you have a next gen storyline for them? If so, what is the relationship like with the Darling cousins?

Hey! Sorry for the wait. I don’t really have a storyline for the other Darling siblings, I figured they just grow up and deal with life (and world wars) as well as they can. But I do have a family tree I’ve been sitting on for a while!

I always thought Alice and Wendy ought to be related to explain their facial similarities in universe, and as I’d already named Alice’s daughter Mary-Jean in my Canon Descendants rewrite it worked perfectly to have her be Mary from Peter Pan.

I decided to make Anita be John’s daughter based on her maiden name being Darling in the live action Cruella movie. And while that movie isn’t canon to the DisneyVerse I did like the thought of tying her into the family.

The Alice in “Alice’s Wonderland Bakery” is said to be the great granddaughter of the og Alice so I made her the daughter of Michael to round all the Darling siblings out (plus try to get her as close as possible to a time when tennis shoes existed).

I knew I wanted to tie in Lizzie from the Tinkerbell movies somehow, and having her be the younger sister of Wendy’s eventual husband felt like a good fit. Maybe the two girls meet later and bond over their mutual magical experiences and that’s how Wendy meets Edward.

I already had a daughter for Jane as part of the Canon Descendants rewrite (and a name for her thanks to the original book), so it made it easy to just tie her into the family tree down to Gwendolyn who appears as a Wendy descendant in the Tinkerbell books.

And that’s the family tree!

I imagine that overall it’s a very loving family that, if not always getting up to magical adventures, definitely get into plenty of mundane ones together

[yuri-is-online]

Bitch the Pot (Trey Clover x Reader)

Trey's birthday is coming up and you really want to buy him a present.

But what if he doesn't want it? What if he just thinks of your efforts as annoying, or even worse what if he sees right through you and makes things awkward. What if he stashes things away and makes fun of them later, years later when he barely remembers your name.

What if he's secretly looking forward to your presence and hasn't even considered he'd be lucky enough to get a gift. What if... what if...

notes: they/them used for Yuu, we're going to hurt comfort town choo choo mother fuckers, I am using the Hitchhiking Ghost names for the Ramshackle Ghosts because I am unoriginal, the more I think about Trey the more I realize Idia is right, Trey's a skethcy mfer and yeah that's hot. If you like this check out my masterlist for more fic.

You didn't want to indulge Trey's teeth thing.

Sure it will make him happy, smooth over all your little insecurities pricking at your heart as you poke through the second hand store for what you had thought would be a really cute idea on your way here but now weren't so sure about. Besides you are pretty sure that everyone else is going to buy him a bundle of floss and call it a day, well other than Rook who has been waxing poetic about how he had "the most fitting cap for the Rose Chevalier" so all the more reason to put a little less of a personal interest into your gifting and more of a thoughtful touch.

As thoughtful as you could afford anyway. You aren't even sure Trey likes these sorts of things, though that worry is sort of drowned by how surprised you are to find nice looking china in Crane Port's equivalent of a Good Will. There is a nice selection of tea cups, mismatched saucer plates, and the odd pot sat all by its lonesome all with neatly written prices on stickers you don't look forward to scrubbing off.

Afternoon Tea Special~ Pick one Pot, 4 cups w/ saucers, creamer, and sugar bowl: all for just 25 T!

Cute, and not a bad idea you supposed even if it did feel a bit overkill. Your original intention had just been to pick up a sugar bowl and maybe one cup, something for him to put candies in that had a lid so no flies could get at his violets. But it really would be a shame to pass up such a nice deal and hey, if Trey didn't like it he could just ditch it with the Heartslabyul kitchenware once he graduated and never speak to you again.

"Oh this is such a cute little selection!" The lady at the counter's eyes practically sparkle as she carefully wraps up your choices in tissue paper.

"It's a birthday gift." You can't help but mumble and the sparkle flutters out to her entire body, ah that's right, this lady always did look a bit bored when you came in. It seems like you have fed her and her knitting circle for the rest of the week.

"Well then this won't to at all." She huffs and stops wrapping up your order and bends under her counter, the tell tale ruffles of paper and boxes sounding oddly comforting as she produces what you think is a hat box and proudly begins to organize the mismatched set and fetches out even more tissue paper. "Must be for someone important with how long you've been eyeing up a sugar bowl." She wiggles her eye brows. You try to keep your focus on said bowl, you didn't realize she'd been watching you but then again you have been coming down here every spare weekend to stare at it. This shop was nice, it had a bunch of cheap clothes and nick knacks that were used sure, but a life saver for someone from a completely different world. If the lady is thankfully not offended by your silence. She simply tacks your receipt to the box and sends you off with a wink.

"Thank you for your purchase! Please come back soon!" And tell me all bout it! You swear she says it but you don't hear it, too much blood is thrumming in your ears

The hat box is not out of place among the gifts on the party table, so trey doesn't have an excuse to stare at it even if his eyes keep coming back to it. It's lavender, plain save for the cream bow he hopes Yuu tied around it, and had been decently heavy when he picked it up before Cater scolded him about playing favorites.

"Be a good Senior and eat the cookies we made for you until Riddle brings out the cake." He flicks his nose with a knowing look. "Normal people save the best for last right? I'm sure Yuu-yuu will be fine with waiting, since they can barely look at you today~" And of course like a fool he whips his head to look, startling them and proving Cater's point as they immediately scurry back to Ace and Deuce.

"Screw you." He's only half joking but Cater's fully laughing and probably already took a picture. "I'm just worried they felt like they needed to bring a gift I would have been happy just to-"

"No you wouldn't have." For someone who likes lying to himself Cater really doesn't seemed thrilled with his choice to gaslight himself. "You would have spent the rest of the night thinking 'ooooh it'd be really nice if I got something from Yuu, I wonder if they hate meeee, I should make sure they think I don't care about helping them some more so they leave me alone and I don't have to think about how nice it would be to-'"

"Cater!" Trey has never been so grateful to hear Riddle yell about anything in his life. "Could you please help me with the cake? I was going to ask Yuu but they had to go back to Ramshackle."

"Yuu's back at Ramshackle?" Trey reaches to adjust his glasses, trying to ground himself.

"Yes, they said they were feeling sick and-" That's all Trey registers, though he hears the rest "went back to lie down, Grim insisted on staying to make sure the food didn't get them sick." It's his party, he can't just leave that would be an extreme violation of the rules but Cater's earlier accusation comes back to him. Make them think I won't care about them. It's not intentional, he thinks it's obvious he always will but then again-

"Fifteen minutes." Cater whispers under his breath.

"Thirty."

"You're delusional." Still Cater doesn't sound mad. "Eighteen."

"Twenty." He's already snatched up the hat box and making his way towards the doors.

~~~~

"Awww Yuu." Phineas would pat your head if he could. "I'm sure it's not that bad, you're just overthinking things."

"Yeah I think anyone would be happy to get a gift from you!" Gus tries, all three ghosts perking up slightly when you smile just a bit at his encouragement. "And if not then well..."

"I know I'm just being dramatic but I couldn't stand waiting anymore." You don't mention how Ace and Deuce had been teasing you, not wanting to relive the absolute embarrassment of having been caught staring at their Vice-Warden one too many times for dots to remain unconnected. "I asked Grim to bring back some cake but I don't know if he'll remember."

"Oooh let's take bets on it!" Ezra cheers and a familiar, unexpected laugh interrupts sending the ghosts scattering and leaving you at the mercy of a familiar face.

"I think it's safe to say that would be a pretty obvious bet." Trey sets the hat box on your coffee table, folding his strong arms and firmly sticking a lump in your throat. "You should have bet on me."

"Returning your gift is not bringing me something." You huff and Trey has the decency to look a bit awkward.

"I'm not here to return it, there's rules to gifts you know." Oh no. "For example, on our birthdays, the Queen of Hearts says we get to ask for anything we want." He finally moves, unfortunately for you he's decided to use his height to his advantage and lean over the table to crowd you back into the couch. "And I spent a long time thinking about what I should ask for from you."

"Um- I well-" You're looking everywhere but him now, as if you were before. "I did get you a gift though?" He laughs.

"And you ran away before I could thank you." Trey begins to unwrap the ribbons, slowly as if he's waiting for you to look at him but not wanting to deny his curiosity any longer. "But that doesn't change the rules. Sorry, I didn't make them."

The sugar bowl is the first piece he finds, the shop lady has to have set it on top on purpose. His eyebrows raise, not in disappointment you think, curiosity hopefully as he slowly opens the rest of them.

"Sorry." You immediately say to fill the space out of habit, and Trey stops his examination to look up at you.

"What for?" He picks up the sugar bowl, just as amused as you with the clover flowers patterned across it in a nice twist on his name and half the accessories he owns. "Don't tell me you want this stuff back, its mine now."

"No! I'm glad you like," you cringe at the question in your tone and cower at the smirk on Trey's face "I mean I hope you like it."

"A hand picked tea set from the Ramshackle Prefect? It's perfect. Especially for a birthday gift for me." He carefully wraps up the cups and their saucers, silence once again falling over the room as you wonder why he hasn't called you out on your lie, the self doubt suggesting he hadn't noticed. "I meant what I said earlier you know."

"What, about making demands of me?" You say.

"Hey chill I only sort of meant it like that." He doesn't even bother trying to hide his amusement. "I mean betting on me. I know it might sound strange to hear me say, but I do have things I think are worth extra effort. And if I have to put in a lot of it to get you to understand that I am glad you are in my life, then I'll just have to do that." So he did know you weren't sick, and was just dancing around the subject to be polite as usual.

"Happy birthday Trey." Because what else are you supposed to say, and he tries his best to not let his disappointment show as he takes his opened gift back to the rose garden. "I'm- I hope you have a nice time at your party."

He pauses at the threshold of your dorm, the wicked smile returning. "I think I know what I want to ask you to do."

"Oh no." You did not mean to say that out loud.

"Mhm. But you are going to have to come back to Heartslabyul to hear it, but after the party, we can use our cups." Our cups he says, as if you had picked out any cups that were supposed to represent you.

He noticed, of course Trey noticed that there was no trace of Yuu in this very you gift. But he could fix that, if you would just give him a chance. And maybe get the calm celebration he actually wants when you do.

[clouwn-core]

*Savanaclaw Headcanons !!!

Heartslabyul Headcanons

Savanaclaw Headcanons (YOU ARE HERE)

*EHEHEHE I LOVE THESE HEADCANONS SM IM HAVING SO MUCH FUN DRAWING THEM :3

*Octavinelle is next and im so excited to get to drawing them

*also this jack and epel drawing again now that the headcanons are out

[bellalampwickrossi]

Disney Descendants : Mal Meet The AK's Parents From The "Return to The isle of The Lost" Book

She left the library and walked to breakfast. The entire campus was festooned with balloons and banners, a lively feeling in the air as students walked around with their parents. She saw Audrey with her mother, Aurora, poring over the class pictures that hung in the hallways. Doug was taking a family of dwarfs on a prospective students’ tour. “This is where we have choir practice. I’m sure your kids will love singing in it,” Mal overheard him say proudly.

For a brief moment, Mal wished she could be one of those kids showing off the school to their parents, but Maleficent had never even once attended a villain–teacher conference back at Dragon Hall, and it was futile to think she would find anything to admire about Auradon Prep.

But she didn’t have time to worry about feeling out of place on Castlecoming day. Friendly students mobbed her, eager to introduce her to their parents.

“Come meet my parents!” said Lonnie, introducing her to Mulan and Li Shang. “Mother, this is Mal! I told you all about her!” said Ally, who pulled Alice away from admiring the students’ artwork displayed on the walls.

Mal shook so many hands and smiled so much her dimples were starting to hurt. People in Auradon were so nice, it was a little exhausting. She wished Ben were back already. He was still out of town, and he’d let her know he was sorry, but he wouldn’t make it back in time for the tourney game or the dance after all. Mal was surprised to find that she was actually quite disappointed about it, but at least she and Evie would still have fun. Mal would never admit it out loud, but dancing with her friends was nearly as good as going on a date with the King of Auradon.

[alliellama]

happy valentine day :]

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

Ally: the horrors are endless. but we stay silly :3

[tiredflowercrown]

Hey for all of my stories, the song lyrics I use come from songs I think suit the characters or the themes used in the story!

The songs that have already been used are the following:

Mad Woman by Taylor Swift (CJ and Ally of Wonderland AU)

Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift (Anthony Tremaine)

Maroon by Taylor Swift (Ginny Gothel)

If yall want general songs that fit descendants characters, let me know which ones!

Cause I may or may not be already making a playlist for them

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Hi! I'm sending this as an ask because I'm at home so I can't comment on posts. Remember that post of yours a couple of days ago, the one asking which AK should be working at a store when the Hooks came by shopping? What about Ally?

Oh my god yes

You woke up today and chose violence and I love you for it

Ally. Of course.

She needn't even be working here, she could just point blank follow any of the other girls around. She is a detective, you know. She feels like it's her job.

She is definitely blunt enough to ask questions (which other people wouldn't consider or wouldn't want answered) and also attempt to hug Claudine.

(She almost gets stabbed.)

I mean, I don't know how this will turn out, but I cannot freaking wait to write it-

...I could also go with Ally of Neverland AU, but we will see.