#i need me an evie...

[fandomregression]

Cg! Evie (Descendants) headcanons (if possible!

CG Evie Headcanons!

evie is such a carer-personality type. she discovers the agere community, but instead of wanting to regress...she really wants to take care of a regressor. being a cg just rlly calls to her

she has pacis and sippies and the softest blankies at the ready, and she has a whole box of crafting supplies

evie is very much a babysitter. there are several regressors in her friend group, and she takes care of all of them if they need it, she just loves spreading the love around

she makes crinkly squares, taggie blankies, and sensory cubes for regressors to play with!! its a good way to use up scrap fabrics, and they're just so cute

baking!! lots of baking with babies!!!

dress up is a blast with her because she WILL give her regressor a make-over

shes extremely affectionate. lots of cuddles, kisses, hugs, hand holding, everything under the sun because touch is one of her biggest love languages

she can sniff out a regressor from a mile away even if they don't know they're a regressor and she WILL baby them and love them and make them feel as safe as possible and they will...they'll probs cry lbr but its a good cry

evie will then hold them and keep that safe feeling up while they cry out those intense emotions

she is wonderful with helping a regressor through a meltdown, through sensory overload, or just a really bad day. she always knows how to help, and it makes her feel good to see them smile after so many tears

[whyoneartheven]

there are so many "if this gets (insert number) notes i'll do something productive/good for me!" but has there ever been one where someone goes

if this gets 10k notes i'll slap myself in the face

i suppose i'm wondering

would people be so eager to reblog if it would cause something slightly unpleasant?

[lilyshear]

hey y'all. cross-posting from twt but it would mean a lot if you'd consider helping evie out if you have the means to 💕 any amount at all is helpful but if you can't contribute financially, sharing is also very much appreciated.

if you're interested in a little doodle of a character/your wol/oc like below in exchange for your contribution to their gfm, you're welcome to contact me (here or twitter dms is fine) with sc proof that you've donated and i'll make you a little guy :) i also have a tentative ko-fi listing that i'll use for the same purpose.

[bonetrix-arts]

Still at the con but I just handed off these lil fellas to the drawfee crew :3

I considered doing all drawtectives but then I was like "but Luce though" so I pivoted. And you KNOW I had to include a rhino on Grendan's ;3

I also gave them this lil sketch

I'll have to post the print I made for Karina when I get back to my tablet hehehe

I'm so glad I came!!!!!!!! The panel was an absolute delight, I WILL be doodling some of the freaks presented in it later for sure.

I also got a couple of the gacha pulls, no Luce tho.... I will try again 💪💪💪

I need to go back anyways cuz I was shaking so much I forgot to have them sign the thing I brought. But it's fine because I got one of the risos >:3

[unriding]

hi evie !! how have you been ? :33 i hope you dont mind me borrowing you and moze for something ehehe <3

[hoodzgyal]

I was just thinking about licking jason's nipples ... how would he react?

oh ?

he’d let out the whiniest cross between a gasp and a moan. he’s shocked because. he’s never been touched that way and he’s just so sensitive🥺

hed let out a pathetically needy whine if you were to just tweak his nipples a little bit with your fingers.

inversely and slightly unrelated, but he loves sucking ur titties when u ride him. he has a crippling oral fixation and will suck on your fingers if you ask sweetly enough (he wants to so bad, he just is self conscious abt it)

[mikodrawnnarratives]

I'll be posting this to ao3 ltr when i have a good title in the works. Pls do lmk if you have any suggestions as i mull it over,

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fuck i didn't think of a summary either UHHHHH

Summary:

It's a simple enough backstory. It followed the formula you'd expect from most prodigies pre-Supernova. Experience a traumatic event, survive, get your powers, and the rest is history. How all the heroes in this damned city advertise their origins. Like a comic book. A cheesy, edgy, comic book. At least some prodigies have the common sense to keep their melodrama to themselves. Magpie did.

Or: I gave Maggie another internal monologue that MM loves to write her renegades trilogy characters doing, 1) cuz its fun 2) I have a lot of hcs I want to get out and have no idea how Maggie would tell this to other characters in a one shot

I'll write the longer fic ltr ITS TIME FOR MAGGIE MONOLOGUE

word count: roughly 1500

If she was good at anything, it was surviving. Her bullet was proof of that.

Proof of a day she couldn't remember, but still existed. Had to exist.

A day defining her every waking moment, every breath. A day providing the reason for the smallest scar just by her hairline.

It's a simple enough backstory. It followed the formula you'd expect from most prodigies pre-Supernova. Experience a traumatic event, survive, get your powers, and the rest is history. How all the heroes in this damned city advertise their origins. Like a comic book. A cheesy, edgy, comic book. At least some prodigies have the common sense to keep their melodrama to themselves. Magpie did.

Who would she even tell? Who would even care? No one did before. It took her years to realize no one gave a shit about her case. From the Renegades’ messy crime scene analysis to the witnesses of her miraculous survival.

No double-checking for survivors. For her. They just gave up. And certainly no one could be bothered to alert the Renegades of their error when she was found.

She supposed the latter made sense, given it was still the Age of Anarchy at the time. Everyone had enough on their plates at the time. One more orphaned kid wasn't special. And never would be. Those tragedies tend to lose their effect on people’s hearts after enough of them.

Sometimes, depending on the day, her heart ached a little more in her chest to think about her sister. The occasional query, the itch she couldn't scratch, wondering what happened. If she was out there wondering about her too. Wanting her when no one else did.

Maggie never liked to entertain those thoughts for very long. They didn’t change anything. Her sister either ran away or got herself kidnapped, and neither fate spelled good things for her. Even if it was once a nice thought; the idea her sister beat those odds and was coming to get her. Especially during hard nights at the orphanage.

When a roomie couldn’t get their powers under control to let her sleep, or when another kid got in trouble and was yelled at for an hour after dinner. The orphanage would get flooded and someone would be there to hug her and tell her she doesn't need to be there any longer.

The idea that someone (anyone really, she wasn’t picky) was gonna come and break her out. A perfect rescue. Her fabled happily ever after. It didn’t lose its appeal. A pitiful, sweet lie.

A lie regardless.

As appealing as it was, she never went long without another foster family reminding her of the truth. Harder to believe more and more after each family that passed through the creaking doors of the shitty building’s structure. Each potential foster was usually already hesitant to accept a prodigy, but a prodigy thief?

One that could steal your jewelry and family heirlooms and run away to pawn it off who knows where? If you even had any left after the Age of Anarchy. Her odds were never great. Even the rare bleeding hearts that just loved to find “fixer uppers” were dissuaded. Her file only spelled trouble.

Even if trouble was a kid willing to do anything for a family, in Maggie’s humble opinion. Trouble was a kid with a treasure trove of hidden gifts she had collected over the years for the longest time, to give to her future home. A thank you for the service of accepting her. Let me gift you this part of me! Even if said “part of her” was a pearl necklace from the shop across the street.

She liked pearls.

Not that she could ever be dissuaded from stealing. Adding to her collection, she preferred to call it. The scoldings she received did nothing to change her mind, even if they each were another mark on her file. “Stealing is bad” isn't a very compelling reason to change for a preschooler, it turns out. And they were easy to ignore anyway, especially after the third. Only serving to inform how she got caught. How to do better. The occasional addition of a time out for her punishment didn’t help.

Hell, even if they did, there were almost always more important kids to pay attention to than the telekinetic. You wouldn’t want the pyromaniac to burn down the building! Or leave the infant amphibian alone for long enough to poison dinner. For the third time. The ones who couldn’t control their crazy powers yet.

They also didn't tend to be very popular choices with foster families, but Maggie could hardly feel sorry for them. Everyone in the orphanage knew ever since they could walk the Renegades were always looking for more recruits. Keeping a keen eye on the kids with potential, growing up in their own institution. If one could call such a wreck an “institution”.

And becoming one of the renegades, while not ideal, was the best escape you could get. It was for her. Even if she traded chores at the Children’s Home for chores at Renegades HQ. They, of course, loooovved her powers for clean up duty.

It paid. That kept her there. So it wasn't all bad, even if it felt like it most days. They had also attempted to get her a family but Maggie knew from the start it wasn't happening. They let her join regardless. She ran away and pawned off her collection, no point in keeping it any longer, all before her first day.

And she never went back. She never needed to, even after the Renegades found out she wasn't staying with them. She was never prodded about where she lived if not the orphanage, and they didn't need to know. It was a good enough building close by, that's all that mattered.

She remembered squeezing the bullet so tightly after finding the building, checking for any weak points nearby. She can do this. She'll be okay. She's a survivor. Mantras on repeat in her head, the bullet tight in her hand for good luck.

She knew it wouldn't be the same as it was at the children's home. Leaving meant leaving behind a part of herself forever. And she did anyway.

If the day she got her powers wasn't her first death, then the day she ran away was.

She's a survivor, she knows that much. Yet more often than not, parts of herself died over the years. Her original identity died. Whatever her name used to be, she's gone. And Margaret White survived. She survived with such foolish hope that she could ever get any semblance of a normal home. A life she should have gotten.

She would never get it. That was fine. She ran away.

Margaret White became Magpie, one of the youngest Renegades to join at barely 10 years old. She never held back her displeasure with the Renegades, all of them hypocrites. She stole for only herself, until she didn’t. And made the same mistake. Having hope. Hope that things could get better, hope that even if the Renegades were shit at their jobs, the means would justify the ends. Hope that she could do something.

And he believed in her. That annoying, cheesy nerd he… he never should have…

She gave him that helmet.

She really did think it would change anything.

And now he's dead.

And Magpie is too.

Rotting in that stadium falling apart around her, sinking into the ground as the world continued on and rebuilt without her. The coward stuck behind those stands speckled with blood, a messy paint job. Unable to look, unable to move. Died frozen in place, stiff with the endless rounds of tears burning her eyes.

Her worst nightmares brought her to that place. Where she died. Where she murdered him.

Well, she didn't technically. But it felt like it. The pit in her gut didn't change to know she wasn't the one holding the scythe.

The fault laid between her and Nightmare. Nightmare… Nova, who dared to proclaim herself as a hero now. Dared to move on. Her corpse should have laid there with him. With Magpie.

Whatever hope Maggie had left in the Renegades died that day. Any faith in their message, rotten. Not everyone can be a hero, some just aren't built for it. Relying on others, trusting others, gets you killed. She should have known better.

That day, she peeled away from the spot Magpie's breaths stopped, and told herself she would know better now. She'll be better. She doesn't need anyone. She never did. Gripping the bullet tightly in her palm, that's what she told herself as she took shaky steps to the remains of the exit. She would survive, even when everyone else died from their foolishness.

Some people aren't cut out to be heroes, even if they tried.

Some people were meant to prosper at others expense.

Some people lived, even when others died.

They died, they lost, and Maggots like her needed to be okay with that. Their loss meant her benefit. She won’t let the inverse happen.

Some people are villains, and always were always meant to be.

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im so indecisive aaaaAAAAA

i also would uper appreciate it if voters explained why they picked what, it'll help a lot with deciding

[clonedchaos]

Am I seriously one of the few people on the internet that actually liked Descendants: Rise of Red??? 😭😭😭

I keep seeing ppl hate on it. And, like, that’s their opinion… But I wanna know why. Bc all I’m really hearing is it’s mostly bc the OG four aren’t in the movie. And like… isn’t that the point? That it’s a new story with new adventures and characters?

[jinaprivat]

It's Halloween time 🎃🎃

I'll try to do as many AC protagonists as possible but I'll need help with the type of monsters they should be 🤔 so please if you have any idea feel free to tell me 🥲

Evie and Jacob were obvious : Vampire and Werefolf ! I also have ideas for Henry, Arno and Aveline

[thetimelordbatgirl]

No One:

Descendants when it comes to just keeping Carlos' alive as there's no point in killing him off beyond wanting to shut fans up: "Nah-"

[bizarrelovesquare]

Miraculous Ladybug

s5 ep 23, Revolution

[thecounterfeit-redhead]

Assistant to the Villain got me out of my post finals reading slump and I’ve never been happier to find true joy in reading but I don’t know what to do with myself cause I WANT THE SECOND BOOK IN MY HANDS RIGHT NOW

[oneforthemunny]

[bonetrix-arts]

Oh yeah now that I’m home I can post the print I gave to @dilfosaur !! (Hope the tag is okay and also I hope you liked it <3)

But aaaaa the con was so so fun!!!!!!!! I’m so glad I was able to go, definitely changed my brain chemistry forever (/pos)

And now that I am home…….. perhaps I will draw more Luce because I am So Normal and So Cool 😎

[whyoneartheven]

Yknow that vine where the guy is like “let me innnn. LET ME INNNNN!!!” that is me rn

Just replace “let me in” with “I need to scream”

[recreationalfanfics]

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