#i so could’ve gotten mal

[mobbu-min]

I WANT TO GO TO THE BELL TOWER. I WANT TO GO TO THE BELL TOWER. I WANT TO GO TO THE BELL TOWER. I WANT TO GO TO THE BELL TOWER. I WANT TO GO TO THE BELL TOWER. I WANT TO GO TO THE BELL TOWER. I WANT TO GO TO THE BELL TOWER. I WANT TO GO TO THE BELL TOWER. I WANT TO GO TO THE BELL TOWER. I WANT TO GO TO THE BELL TOWER. I WANT TO GO TO THE BELL TOWER. I WANT TO GO TO THE BEL-

[skulla-rxcks]

Wanna do you.

Paring: Bang Chan, Changbin x fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: cre4mpie, unprotected, bl0wj0bs, use of slut and wh0re, degrading

Day 4 of k-tober

Taglist: @f3lix00 @channiesgoodgirl @mal-lunar-28

May have gotten carried away with this :p

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Sometimes not enough controllers is a good thing..

“You could’ve just bought another controller on your way here if you want to play so badly.” I roll my eyes, my fingers mashing the buttons on my controller as I fight against Chan in smash. “But Chan didn’t have to! It’s YOUR house, YOUR console so YOU should’ve gotten one more for your ‘guest’!” Changbin whines. “..how about after this round we all do something together, and Binnie can choose, yeah?” Chan says, trying to keep the peace in the room.

I nod in response, sighing quietly. And once again the rooms filled with the sound of button mashing, Chan ended up winning this time around, I won earlier though. As I Exit the game I feel Changbin wrapping his hands around my chest, hugging me from behind. I Look at him, “what are you doing?” I whimper out, flustered at the sudden movement. “I’ve decided what we should do next.. wanna do you” he whispers placing a kiss on my neck, causing me to shiver.

Chan clears his throat loudly and we both look at him. “Mind if I join you guys?” Chan asks awkwardly, “It’ll feel weird watching if you uh, go through with it I mean..” Just as Chan finishes talking I’m pulled into my bedroom by Changbin, Chan following shortly after. “I’m taking her mouth.” Binnie mumbles as Chan pushes me against the bed.

“fine by me.. gonna fucking break you..” Chan says, pulling my panties and jeans off in one quick swipe. “Mmm so wet already.” He smirks, licking his lips before unbuttoning his pants and pulling his dick out, rubbing it against my folds. “C-Channie…” I moan, eyes rolling back as he thrusts into my already wet cunt. As I’m paying attention to the feeling Chans giving me I’m startled as Changbin violently thrusts into my mouth, making two dicks on both ends of my body, fucking my holes. “oh god.. what are good girl you are,such a good girl.. being little whore for us to use yeah? handling two cocks stuffing your slutty little holes..mmf so good” Chan chuckles, ripping my shirt open and spanking my tits. “Fuck.. her throat is so tight, it’s literally made for my dick.. ahh..” Changbin groans out.

I try to respond. but nothing comes out other than muffled moans. I can’t even speak due to how deep Binnie is in my throat. I buck my hips forward; trying to get more of Chan’s cock, wanting him deeper, no. I NEED him deeper. Changbins hand wraps around my neck, choking me slightly as he pushes himself deeper into my mouth. Tears begin streaming down my face, I’m filled with pain and pleasure, it’s a wonderful feeling.

“Binnie, pull out real quick. Gonna turn this slut over.” Changbin nods as he does what Chan says, not long after I’m turned over on my hands and knees; taking both of their dicks at once, again. Binnie takes his dick out of my mouth and slaps the side of my face with it playfully. “Oh..f-fuck..” I moan, vibrations flowing through my body as Chan picks up his speed.

“Fuck her harder Chan. Break her.” Changbin smirks before pushing his length back into my mouth. “Want me to cum in your mouth?” He asks. I nod in response, certain that I want my mouth to be used completely. I decide to clench my pussy around Chans cock; eager to hear him degrade me and treat me like a fucktoy, like he was doing with his words. “Fucking.. don’t do that. Don’t you fucking dare clench around me.. you whore.. I’ll spank you if you do that again, yeah?” He growls hotly, clearly annoyed by what I did. “P…please..” I manage to whine out as my throat is still getting violently fucked by Changbin’s cock.

“Slut.” Chan says, spanking my ass, hard. Not just once; a good 10 fucking times, making me whine in pain. “Oh, she likes getting roughed up, huh?” Binnie grins deviously. Grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling it upwards, forcing himself deeper down my throat. “‘m gonna cum in your pretty little mouth..” he says, grabbing my head and holding it still as he fills my mouth with his seed. Some spills out and drips down my chin, getting onto my bedsheets, before pulling out of my mouth.

“Chan, switch places with me, I wanna fuck her pussy.” He says. “Let me fill her up first alright? I’m sure this little slut wants my cum. Don’t you, hm?” Chan asks, spanking me once again. “M-mhm yes..” I moan out. “Yes what? What do you want me to do baby girl?” “I want you to fill me like you own me..” I move my body back sightly. “Good girl.” Chan chuckles, I can just imagine the smirk on his face. “Fuck.” He sighs, I feel him finally climax filling me up real good, as he pulls out I can feel his warm cum dripping out of me.

“My turn to use your tight little hole now.” Changbin postions his dick at my entrance and pushes into me, making me gasp. He’s a little shorter than Chan but a bit wider instead. Causing me to whine at the stretch. Chan walks over and pushes into my mouth, pulling my hair way rougher than Binnie did.

“Shit.. her throat is good, you were right.. you gonna be a good girl, swallowing my cock while Binnie stuffs you full?” He smirks, beginning to thrust into my throat. “M-mhm” My eyes roll back, Chan is going way deeper in my mouth than Changbin was, I love it. I love the feeling of getting used by two of my friends at once, it’s pure bliss.

“You feel so good I’m gonna fill you up already… I bet Chan’s close too” Changbin groans, his thrusts getting more and more sloppy as he slowly fills me up with his cum.

“Damn right I am, f-fuck! Cumming!” He moans, pulling my hair harder as he fills my throat. Both of them pull out looking at the mess they’ve made of me. “Mm we really used her good..” Binnie giggles, looking at the mixture of both of their cum dripping down, out of my hole.

“I guess this makes up for not having a third controller, haha” Chan laughs softly.

[miscellaneousjay]

DESCENDANTS RANT!!!!

In other news, after exploring the Anti Bal and Bevie hashtags on here and revisiting how Mal was pre-D1 (“Isle of The Lost” book), I am now a Bevie shipper and I feel like Evie should’ve been leader of the Core Four…or Terrific Three if Mal decided to stay on the Isle indefinitely and opted out of accountability and therapy.

Whoever said that Mal should’ve just traveled for a little bit, I agree: Mal should’ve pulled an Uma in the middle of D2 and went on a journey of self-discovery. She could’ve dropped the pressure, the lies, the mistrust, and the fear that she built all of her relationships on, essentially did her own version of therapy, freed herself from the mental, emotional, and psychological influence of Maleficent, and really got right with herself in order to get right with everyone around her and take righting her wrongs seriously as the first step of EARNING the trust of the people she cares about. Like, let’s not get it twisted: Maleficent II was top dog BULLY of the Isle! Having read the first book in the series, I do remember that it is canon that she emotionally and physically abused Carlos and Evie, she got Evie and Grimhilde banished for 10 years, and I’m pretty sure Jay was only her friend out of fear that Mal could and would sic Maleficent on him and Jafar the same way she did Evie and EQ. He ain’t have time for that! He was really only her friend out of self preservation. That being said, if either of the Core 4 VK girlies had to end up with Prince Ben, it should’ve been Evie.

Unlike Mal, Evie was actually raised by EQ to not only be a villain, but to also be a princess and later on a queen. I dare say her upbringing was similar to Audrey’s. The difference between the two is, that Evie was humbled early in life by growing up destitute on a crime-ridden island where no one cared who you were and what your title is. Everyone is broke, hungry, and fighting for resources. Audrey grew up having, wanting for nothing, spoiled. She’s used to things going her way. Irdk how attentive and straightforward Book!Ben is because, while I haven’t read past the first book yet, I have seen all of the movies and he didn’t seem to realize how rude Audrey really was to people. However, Book!Ben did let us know that he wasn’t feeling her like that and Movie!Ben used Mal spelling him as a way to break up with her…instead of just telling her to her face how he really felt. This would’ve given them the clean break up that they both deserved. They might’ve remained friends after that or stopped being friends totally until she got her attitude in check (the way she made Jane feel even more insecure about herself was foul). In contrast, after goodness classes (therapy) and unlearning certain Isle social behaviors either the easy way or the hard way, Evie made genuine connections with people and the bond between her and the other C4 members grew stronger because she was kind to and respected everyone. So much so, that she worked her way up to being Ben’s Royal Advisor and opened her own boutique…where everyone was going for outfits! Like, she literally and effortlessly became everything that they wanted Mal to evolve into, but she really couldn’t rise to the challenge because everything was always about HER and what SHE wanted.

Lastly, Evie is just as much witch as Mal or even Uma! I would’ve loved to see her do some major mirror sorcery (portals, beauty, etc.).

P.S. Evie, Uma, and Audrey def would’ve gotten along off the strength of them all being Mal’s victims at one point in time.👑

[yourqueenb]

I know this has already been discussed a bit, but the pacing in Blades is still kind of fucked imo. And before anyone accuses me of purposely looking for things to criticize 🙄 I do think the last two chapters picked up and were a lot of fun. The book overall is definitely improving gradually, with today’s chapter arguably being the best we’ve gotten. But while we had kind of a slow start to the action, I feel like they’re still flying through all of the emotional moments, friend interactions, and developmental opportunities at breakneck speed.

Like Mal taking a blade for us? That’s a huge thing and could’ve been a very poignant moment even though we were in the middle of a battle, and especially for those of us who are romancing him. And having the opportunity to check in with all of our friends after making it through the portal? Imtura apologizes for giving up on us, Mal says he was running/doing things out of guilt instead of living in one breath then brushes it off in the next, Nia and Tyril still barely acknowledge what was really going on with them throughout the year we were gone…. yet we don’t get more than 2 seconds to respond to any of that?

They’re not even giving MC the chance to react to what happened to her internally. Like it’s one thing for us not to be able to outwardly express how we’re feeling to our friends. But it’s another when even the narration doesn’t portray any sort of introspection on MC’s part. For example in the elite skill scene with Tyril, I purposely had my MC focus on being trapped and restrained in Valax’s lair because I expected to get at least a little insight on how that’s affecting her presently. And yes, we did get a couple of sentences saying we were thinking about fear, helplessness, and confusion. But it would’ve been so much better if they described MC actually reliving that moment and those emotions.

Basically, all I’m trying to say is that they really already have everything they need to make certain scenes more impactful. They just need to set them up and let them breathe, so we, the readers, can feel and appreciate them as well instead of having to fill in the blanks for everything

[thenwhatthefukcisthis]

Do you have any headcanons regarding our favourite dream sharers and tattoos/piercings?

I think it's pretty much established that Eames has a lot of them, thanks to TH, but everything else (and what they are) is pretty much free reign for fandom.

And is it weird that I have a clearer idea about Arthur than about Eames, aside from a vague 'a lot of tattoos, probably about 10/12'?

(it has become my headcanon that one of Eames' tattoos is the word DrEames though, and that's entirely your fault, that pun was too good and too Eames).

As for Arthur I give him 3 tattoos: the first one he got at 18 before joining the military and it represents the Bootes constellation (because it has a star named Arcturus, which sort of ties with his name, and has a whole symbolic meaning in itself); then I sort of seeing him getting one outlining a paradox, maybe the Penrose stairs, after the inception; and the last after marrying Eames, they both get a tattoo of their initials intertwined.

What's your idea?

ohhh i love your HCs about arthurs tattoos! they are mistique and unique and so very him I can see him having those on him.. and matching tattoos for the dreamhusbands is quite so very precious!

now, for me, I’m not much of a tattoo person irl. I do appreciate THs dancing tats and wouldn’t mind few on arthur like you’ve described, but my personal fictional arthur doesn’t have any. I relate him a lot so I don’t really seeing him putting sth permanent intentionally on his body (things change, people change)... but I believe he has scars .. I know he has scars.. and I have headcanons for those.. so..

- a burn mark on his hand which he got when he was a sleep deprived grad student, while making coffee for him and mal at ass’o clock in the morning (he could’ve made sure that the blister never made a mark by holding it to running water- he would know, having had cleared off too many such burns by himself alone in the past -but mal had insisted in holding his hand in hers and blowing to it instead, and he had let her, as her warm touch had felt much more soothing than the coolest of water)

- the glass cut at his foot from broken glass at the hotel he had to drag dom from the night arthur has forgotten to forget (he probably should’ve worn shoes, one of many should’ves & could’ves he regrets; and the wound was not tended to immediately. he even forgot about it entirely until it got infected, as he was too busy trying and failing to heal doms wounds, hence his own, a wound which could’ve healed with time, had left an ugly scar)

- a graze at the knee where he slipped while trying and succeeding to catch james when he fell from the swing (again he was too busy shushing a scared james and philipa to take care of it properly, but it’s a scar he doesn’t mind having- and also may be a little proud to have on him. dom had gotten to know about the incident and in their next job, maldom had shot him through the same knee, and whenever arthur feels the phantom pain from the shot creeping up, he touches the scar and reminds himself of the swing accident instead)

- that memorable time an irritant chemical fell into his hand when he was drunk and stumbling in pitch dark through yusufs stuff in mombasa, trying to find a condom. (the night, thankfully and predictably, hadn’t gone as arthur had planned, as the burn had sobered arthur enough to come to his right mind and send off the random replacement of the night. the commotion had, of course, woken yusuf up, who, understanbly did nothing to clean the scalding wound, but while tearing arthur a new one for ruining his lab, yusuf had slipped the whereabouts of a certain forger, healing another, entirely different wound arthur had carried)

- a puncture site wound scar he got when a wet behind the ears extractor on her first job had practised inserting IV lines on him. she couldn’t get it right the first twelve times and kept missing the vein, but he had smiled and reassured her every single time, even if he felt his skin being torn again and again (when he look at it, he doesn’t recall the face of the new extractor he helped, but remembers another extractor from another time, with kind blue eyes and easy smile, who squinted at him while saying “it’s okay arthur” and kept reassuring him on his first ever try at the lines)

- a bullet scar near his left shoulder blade, at the edge of the lung border, which on cold days still makes his ribs hurt. it had nicked the heart, the scar running down to the cardiac muscle and arthur nearly had not survived that wound. but when a calloused hand grazes over it with gratitude and love seeping in, when strong arms envelope him, easing the pain in his ribs, he can’t regret the time he had stepped in to the line of fire shoving eames away, cause if he hadn’t, arthur knows he would not have survived the scar of having a half of his soul ripped out from him )

[thebluestbluewords]

enjoy the hypothermia, slushie boy

Mal is still about 90% asleep, maybe 20% awake,  if that, and all of that twenty percent against her will. The sunlight is trying to stab through her eyeballs like a fucking sword, and it’s fucking cold in her blanket nest for some reason, and she decides, in her sleep-addled brain, that she is going to fight the sun. Nothing that brings cold into her blankets, into her very house,  can be allowed to live. She’ll get her favorite knife, the one with the wooden grip, and she’ll stab it deep into the flesh of the sun and cut a sliver off to eat. Like the moon, only instead of cheese, the sun is going to taste like… like warm bread, Mal decides. Some of the spicy bread with the chili flakes baked in. Maybe with nuts too. The sun is probably dense and heavy, full of life and brightness, and nut bread is the heaviest. 

Something hits her head. 

“Stupid sun,” Mal grumbles, swatting it away. “G’way.” 

“Nope.” the sun says. There’s a bright little spot of warmth where the sun is touching her head, and Mal wants to bite it off. She’s really fucking hungry, and the sun would taste spicy and fill some of the cold empty space in her belly. 

“You can’t eat the sun, killer,” a voice from above her says. Logically, it’s not the sun. It’s almost definitely Jay, who is not in her bed where he should be, which is incredibly rude even by Isle standards. It’s cold in the blankets without a second body, and Mal deserves to steal all the body heat that she can get from him, and that’s hard to do when he’s not in her bed where he belongs. 

“Fuck you, sun.” Mal whispers. Her voice is hoarse from the cold, dry air in the hideout, but at least she’s identified the source of the problem now. “You left me to sleep in and freeze my ass off by myself?” 

“Yup.” Jay says brightly. “You didn’t wake up when I started throwing snowballs at the windows, so I figured you needed it. Can’t mount a rescue mission if you’re falling asleep in the middle of it.”

He’s right, but it stings a little bit. She’s supposed to be her mother’s child, and therefore always the coolest and evilest one in the room. Sleeping through a wakeup snowball isn’t exactly cool or evil, and a rescue mission sounds suspiciously like something a hero might try and do. They need to pick up the others, but Mal would rather call it a meet up, or a check-in, or something other than a goody-good rescue mission. 

On the other hand, her mother would never approve of the two of them mounting a rescue mission to the furthest reaches of the inhabitable area of the isle (the docks, in Mal’s mind, are not actually inhabitable. Anything past the main market might as well be a barren wasteland, and aside from a few random spots of scrubby trees and mud, they basically are) and thwarting her mother’s ideas of what she’s supposed to be is one of Mal’s favorite hobbies. That, and making her mother proud. 

She’s capable of containing multitudes. 

“You’re a jerk,” she says, instead of explaining her feelings on the matter. Feelings are for losers. She’s cold, first and foremost, and that’s basically like being cool, which makes her automatically not a loser. “I could’ve gotten up. I was just resting to see if you’d dare to poke me again.” 

“Sure you were,” Jay says, and pokes Mal in the head again. “And I’m fucking the king of Auradon. C’mon. Get up so we can grab the others before their parents care if we’re there.” 

[auradons-trash-heap]

What are your most unpopular opinions on Descendants as a whole?

Idk how popular/unpopular a lot of my opinions are, but here are a few that I think are unpopular haha:

1) I like Mal. Yes even when she’s making bad choices, which she certainly does. I like that she’s a messy protagonist & even tho I prefer a lot of things about her book characterization I also lowkey still like the movie version of her. I know people say Dove was phoning it in especially in D3 but I think she did a really good job in D1 & D2; at the beginning of D2 she did a believable enough portrayal of a stress-based mental breakdown that I’m convinced Dove was drawing from personal experience. When you can see her zoning out every time no one’s talking to her directly bc she’s mentally working through a checklist of everything she needs to do—I’ve been there. Mal was sleep deprived & living on sheer willpower & fear of failure and Dove crushed it in terms of portraying that experience.

I’ll admit that I’m biased bc I am not immune to Dove Cameron in purple hair & studded jackets, I relate to Ben bc I too would abuse my position of power just to make Mal happy oop

2) I like beast!Ben okay I did not like the makeup job but I did like the character design & I think if they were gonna have him do stupid shit like roaring in D2 when overwhelmed/stressed about the fight with Uma or physically shake water off of himself like a dog then we could’ve gotten more than him being beasted by a spell for 2 minutes (even tho the FX makeup did Not hold up well on camera). Also they were cowards for using the magic lake super soaker to mostly break the spell, every single version of Beauty and the Beast that refuses to show a human/beast kiss on screen is made by cowards. This was the only spell in D3 that was broken in this way & they did that specifically bc they were cowards. Mal should’ve broken the spell by kissing him in the first place I don’t care if it’s weird

Given the slightest inclination I would’ve made a beast!Ben au anyway but I only initially started writing down any of it out of spite

3) I don’t love that Mal spelled Ben but I still ship Bal. I support & enjoy other ships with both of the characters (Malvie, Bevie, core four all together, etc) but I am a Bal shipper at heart. And I think Ben proposing with a callback to Did I Mention was really cute okay, yes that’s salt in the wound for Audrey but just on its own it was a really cute & romantic way to propose & I love it

4) Ig the really unpopular thing, going off of the prev one, is this: I don’t think Audrey & Ben were ever actually in love. I think they were friends & them dating was something that Audrey was encouraged to do & Ben went along with, & I think as much as Audrey absolutely was unfairly humiliated in front of her peers she was more upset at losing the crown than Ben. Ben still owed her an apology & an explanation once he broke Mal’s spell; it wasn’t his fault that he embarrassed Audrey while under the influence of a spell but it was pretty cowardly & lame of him not to own up to it right away & instead just use the spell as an easy out from the relationship. But I still don’t think Audrey & Ben were ever in love. As a Bal shipper, I am definitely biased about this.

Also, I’m not opposed to anyone shipping Audrey with Ben! I think it’s cool that all of us can see this same franchise & come away with so many different ideas & opinions

So those are my hot takes lol. Overall I just enjoy Descendants as the beautiful garbage fire it is & I don’t have super strong opinions about ships or anything, I just like playing in the sandbox :)

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 3- Ch. 2: Left To Lose?

Returning to Auradon Prep is only a stinging reminder of everything I used to love. When I was almost… happy. The dim-lit Museum of Cultural History shows no activity, promising an appropriate place to brood. When I sneak past the surveillance room, I notice Remus sitting behind the desk.

“Long time no see,” I mutter from behind.

He jumps a fraction and spins around, but doesn’t seem startled by my presence. If anything, he actually looks glad to see me.

“Magica! Wow, didn’t expect to see you here! How’ve ya been?”

I hold up a hand. “First thing’s first, will you speak of this to anyone?”

Remus shakes his head and chuckles, then out of kindness he clicks the button to turn off the security cameras. “Not a chance. That’s kinda why I’m here…” He sighs and gestures to the computer. “Mal had FG station me here because of my loyalty to you. I guess she figured I couldn’t do much damage as a security officer.”

Slowly but surely, I can feel my distaste for Mal continuing to spark.

“Remus, I am so so sorry. You shouldn’t have to be demoted just by being affiliated with me. I can’t believe Mal’s gotten this rigid.”

But Remus ignores my apology and puts both hands on my shoulders to make me face him.

“Magica Sanderson, being friends with you is something I will never regret. Don’t forget my dad’s technically a villain too, and seeing you not care about being a VK makes me have hope. Maybe one day it won’t be just good and bad, black and white. Maybe we can have a mix of gray.”

I close my eyes and shake away the tears threatening to form. “That sounds lovely, Remus. But my dreams of that don’t exist anymore. I’m just trying to look out for myself, as Sandersons usually do.”

The redhead boy gets a concerned look. “What are you planning?”

“I’ll tell you what I’m not planning: following Mal’s stupid new laws. Since Ben’s decided her opinion trumps all others, I’m going to find my father, return to Sherwood Forest, and forget about the life I could’ve had.” I turn to walk towards the museum staircase. “I’m going to revisit my family’s exhibit for a few hours. Holler if you need anything.”

“Magica, wait.” Remus walks closer and seems to be debating about telling me something. “Your father, he… He’s been confined ever since you disappeared.”

I feel the blood drain from my face and my mouth go dry, my ears ringing. “What?”

“Like I said, being associated with you has become a way to get, how they’ve called it, ‘taken care of.’ He’s not locked in the Towers, but from what I’ve heard your father’s being held somewhere north of here, possibly near Arendelle.”

Words betray me. All I can do is gape at Remus as my wide eyes stare at the wall. I couldn’t say anything even if I could because I don’t know what to say. Thankfully he helps steady me when I stagger on uneasy feet.

“I’m so sorry, Magica. No one should ever have to go through what you’ve been through, and I know I’m just a background nobody but I really do think this is wrong-”

“How could he…?” I whisper and choke down a sob. “Ben knew how much my father means to me… He- he’s all I have left! All I had left! And now… Lord knows what’s left of him, what shell of my father is left in a cold, dark prison all alone.”

Normally I’m not fond of physical touch, but when Remus wraps his arms around me for a gentle hug I start shaking and lean into him.

“I know me saying sorry can’t bring him back, but if you ever need to talk to someone I’m always here. I know what it’s like to have family taken away. I’m always here for you, Magica.”

I want to believe him so badly… But if life’s taught me anything it’s that everyone eventually goes away. 

I hastily wipe the tears from my face and softly pull away from the kind man just as magic spontaneously sparks from my hands. “I am most grateful, Remus. I- my magic is very unstable when I'm stressed, and I don't want to hurt you. In my case friendship comes in short supply, but for now I’m going to find my own path without anyone traveling with me.”

Remus considers this, then nods his head. “So you’re flying solo, gonna figure things out?”

“Yes. I make no promises anymore because they all get taken away, but I really do want to eventually return to Auradon and see you again.” I take his hand and give it a squeeze. “Until next time, dear friend.”

With a new-found rage, I turn and climb up the stairs as if I own the place. At this point I never know who to trust, but don’t want to be too cold and forbidding. Strolling through the halls, it makes me wonder how many other misunderstood VKs have been pushed under the rug. 

The Sanderson Sisters exhibit is just as grand and grueling as before, only this time it seems that someone (Mal) has hung a sign stating: Information or sightings of Magica Sanderson must be reported immediately to the Royal Family. Hm. So nice to feel welcomed.

After recalling my recent experience with Aunt Winnie by looking at her statue, I turn toward the familiar display case.

“That’s Winifred’s magic brooch. Legend says she stored her most powerful magic within it just in case she were to ever lose her powers.”

Binx’s words ring through my head, and in a second of reckless thinking I use my magic to disable the security system and open the case, allowing the brooch’s glow to light up the room. I reach inside and wrap my hand around it, feeling a surge of power. It knows me… it knows I’m a Sanderson. It technically is mine, after all. I take the brooch out, hold it up to my face, and rub my thumb across the surprisingly cold surface. The things I could do…

“Evening, freak. Come back to get your family heirlooms?”

I freeze and turn around expecting to see another night guard, but instead come face-to-face with-

Audrey?

It is Audrey, wearing a new smokey black and pink suit with a feathered half skirt, as well as new pink and purple hair, and-

And clutching Maleficent’s scepter.

“Audrey… Isn’t that Maleficent’s scepter?”

She holds it up, looks at it, and nods like it’s a walking stick. “Yeah, and this is the royal crown of Auradon. Fit for its new queen.”

“But Mal’s going to be queen,” I say with a warning tone as I take notice of the crown on her head. “And if you think I’m just going to let you go without a fight then you’re gravely mistaken.”

Audrey dismisses this and walks past me to look at my family’s statues. “Gotta say, your coven’s got nice taste. Bit wacko for my liking, but you make it work.”

This is… different. Why is she being nice to me?

She turns and jerks her head at the brooch I’m holding. “What’s that?”

I look away from her icy gaze and rub the green stone. “It’s my Aunt Winnie’s. This brooch contains some of her magic.”

Audrey snickers. “And why would a kind, innocent girl of Auradon be here in the middle of the night trying to steal such a bewitched item?”

I can’t tell if she’s trying to guilt-trip me, or if Audrey’s hinting at what I was thinking earlier. First I think of lying and telling her I’m just here to look, but since when do I care what Audrey thinks?

I bite my lip. “Um… Ok fine, I want to keep it for myself because it’s my birthright. Just because I’m a Sanderson doesn’t mean I’m evil, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to let them downplay my magic just so they can ‘feel safer.’ If you’ve been paying attention to recent news, I’m not exactly Auradon’s most-welcomed person. Between me and Uma we make the top spots on Mal’s ‘most wanted’ list.” I push my dark thoughts away and put my hands on my hips. “But no one cares about me. Why in Auradon are you here, you of all people, stealing the crown and the scepter?”

Audrey scoffs. “Granny says my mother could hold onto a prince in her sleep. Why can’t they see that I’m supposed to be queen, not some wicked VK? She didn’t even love him- she spelled Ben to love her! I’m doing this for me. I’m tired of being nice!”

If it weren’t for her bratty tone, I’d say my exact thoughts are coming from her mouth. 

“You could be part of this too, Magica.” Audrey steps closer and leans in. “Aren’t you sick of everyone stepping on you? Don’t you want to show them just how powerful you really are? You don’t want much, you just want respect!”

Her words mock my darkest thought, one I’m most certain is a wish that will start leading me down an insidious path. It slithers through my brain like a snake, making itself at home and spreading its evil to my heart. More and more the idea seems appealing and eager. Ben changed and pushed me away. Carlos doesn’t love me anymore. Mal’s made me into a criminal, discredited my ambition, and tore my father away from me for good measure. What else do I possibly have left to lose?

“Audrey, this sounds crazy, but… I’m in.”

Her eyebrows raise and she gives me an approving nod. “Wow. I’m impressed, freak. You’re actually gonna tag along after all!”

I raise a finger and with my other hand ignite a warning purple flame. “First, I am not a freak. Second, I do not tag along with anyone. If you start doing something that crosses the line, I will not hesitate to shut it down. I may be a Sanderson, but I’m not completely heartless.”

Still, Audrey’s offer is proving just how much of a Sanderson I’m becoming.

The pink-haired teen shrugs. “I just wanna show people how much Mal’s broken this kingdom. If you’re just as unhappy with the court as I am, welcome aboard!”

She walks over and pushes the balcony doors open, allowing me to feel the cool night air.

“My first plan is to take away Mal’s beauty as a warning to show her who she’s dealing with. We’ll strike before she leaves for Jane’s party tomorrow.”

I frown. “Jane’s party?”

“Her birthday party.” Audrey tilts her head mockingly. “Oh, you weren’t invited? Join the club.”

And Carlos will be there too. It just keeps adding to the pile.

I lift up the brooch and pin it to my dress collar, officiating my decision. I can already feel the power radiating off onto me.

“Looks good on you,” Audrey approves.

Walking over to the broom rack, I select my mother’s broom and wave a hand over the handle to enchant it, then rejoin Audrey outside.

“Want a ride?” I gesture to the broom.

Audrey chuckles. “Oh no, I’ve found my own way.”

With that she stomps the scepter on the stone ground and vanishes in a flash of pink lightning.

Teleportation. Smooth, Audrey.

I mount the broom and take a deep breath, remembering all those months ago when I first flew and showed Auradon who I was. I’m sorry, Remus. I’m sorry, Mother. I’m sorry, Evangeline. I’m sorry, Binx. I’m sorry, Father. Sorry to everyone I disappointed and brought misfortune to, sorry to everyone I made promises to.

But more deeply, I’m more disappointed and sorry for myself for ever believing in the delusion that I could ever be something other than a malicious, outcast Sanderson witch.

[maybe-a-little-wicked]

I’m finally putting my thoughts on Shadow and Bone season 2 down, and some of these opinions are controversial! Whew! But I need to talk about them so just buckle down or scroll away heh. 

1. Season 2 wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for a few glaring flaws and the fact that it’s an adaptation. What are the major flaws, in my opinion? Too many character plots to follow, a lack of interest in the writers room on their protagonist, and a rushed plotline. 

I feel like so much of season 2 is lovely. It’s got beautiful scenery, I love how we explore this world. It really builds upon season 1. But there’s this big disconnect between the writers and the main characters, especially Alina and the Darkling. (This is by no means a criticism of Jessie or Ben, they’re fucking phenomenal). Alina’s story doesn’t seem to matter all that much to the writers, who are way more into the crows storyline. 

People online were saying that the crows were the best part of season 2, and that’s true, but it’s NOT a good thing. Why? because this is shadow and bone, not six of crows. And the crows are great and I love them, but I did kind of resent their storylines a bit because I felt like their story was depriving me of Alina’s. And yeah, we can all sit here and argue that the crows are objectively better, but that doesn’t change the fact the show is shadow and bone. 

With so much focus on the crows, it doesn’t seem like Alina’s the main character at all, and if you’ve read the books you can really see just how much they’ve cut from her story. They didn’t even talk about the religious undertones! 

And the Darkling. Oh, the Darkling. Listen, I’m not here to debate whether or not you should like him, but he’s a good fucking villain, and the relationship between him and Alina is important. “But he’s abusive!” Okay, and ignoring the nuance of their relationship is taking away representation about abusive and toxic relationships. Not all fiction has to be cozy and warm for it to be valuable. you don’t need to like Darklina at all but you should recognize the importance and value of their story, and season 2 didn’t give that. So much of Alina’s story is tied to his. They are foils to each other, so similar and yet so vastly different and to ignore the complex relationship they have does them both a disservice as characters. 

This finally leads me to a rushed plotline. I get it, they were trying to tell the whole story and were worried the show would get canceled. So, take the crows out (ouch, my heart). Reduce the Storytime for the crows. There were other ways they could’ve combated the rush. I don’t think it would’ve been perfect (shadow and bone really needed to be three seasons) but it could’ve helped. Flat out, way too much happened in too little time and it does every single character in the show a discredit. 

Also, to touch on the adaptation aspect: I think they could’ve gotten away with more of everything I mentioned if they weren’t an adaptation. Like, the darklina relationship dynamic might’ve been able to slide a bit without the books (though I still think it would be a damn shame not to explore those complicated dynamics). 

2. Mal is likable here, idgaf. even at the end when people were mad about him dumping Alina, I think he was pretty justified honestly. He doesn’t owe Alina his love, especially not romantic love. He went through shit too, he was going to die for her. That doesn’t mean I like him as a romantic option for Alina. The character alone (in the show) is fine. It’s when he’s put into the mix with Alina and the Darkling I seem to struggle with him, and I don’t mean in the romance. There’s this power imbalance between them as characters that doesn’t work, and I’m not sure how else to explain it beyond that. 

3. At the end of it all, I don’t care that it sucks. Why? Because more seasons means more fanfiction. I have reaped the benefits of season 2 just from the influx of fanfiction alone. Adaptation means renewed interest in the fandom. idgaf if adaptation sucks, I'll go see them and support them for the sole purpose of more fandom content. (Also I think season 8 of GOT broke me a little in this regard). 

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True Strength | Eri | MM.3 | Re: Warrick, Jacky-Bobby, Malyce

Thank god someone else said it first.

Thank god someone else uttered his name— the one belonging to the person she’s pretty sure they were all starting to suspect.

And she hates it.

She resents the betrayal in everyone’s voices, detests the rage some of them are expressing, loathes how all their gazes is pointed at him. But most of all, Eri hates how Malyce himself isn’t getting defensive.

It’s a sign of his strength, which…

“Nah, Warrick, that’s the thing. Mal’s strong now, but he wasn’t always, y’know? When we first got here, he was real pathetic. Annoying, wimpy, not too good at anything… He basically was a total dead weight, remember?”

She says this without any bite to it, as if recalling objective facts. And as she regards Malyce, her brow is knit in concentration. She’s staring with such an intensity she might as well be looking within him.

“But then he got strong, yeah? And not from some stupid-ass demon, but from good ol’ fashioned hard work and determination! It’s like Jacky-Boy said; you gotta put in the effort to get anything worthwhile, y’know? And Mal did! But uh… by then it was too late, I guess, ‘cause he’d already taken the easy way out.”

She tries to smile at him, but only manages a pained grimace. As heavy as her heart feels in her chest right now, weighed down by her own disappointed and betrayal, she doesn’t want Malyce to be subjected to everyone’s wrath. He’s her friend, after all, and one cut from a similar cloth at that.

Which is why she’s always been determined to help him. And from exercising together to giving him a (questionable) haircut, Eri's enjoyed spending time with him. He’d been looked down upon for most of his life too, and she thought he’d be able to overcome it if she helped inspire him to work hard.

And maybe in a different life, he would’ve. But in the here and now, Malyce had already chosen to take a shortcut— and a very costly one at that. She looks down at her hands, wondering if she would’ve taken the same easy way out if she’d been given the chance.

“Malyce… You know I really believed in you, yeah? But you aren’t arguing with us, or even gettin’ defensive. You’ve really grown a lot, eh? You’ve gotten strong, and not a ‘oh, I can do fire magic ‘cause of some dumbass contract’ kind of strong. So I bet — no, I know — you could’ve been somethin’ great and real without the help of a demon. So, uh…”

She pauses, raising her head to look back up at him. As she does so, she realizes her answer: not in a million lifetimes would she ever take the easy route to success.

“Can you at least tell us— is the guilt for real? ‘Cause the contractor has to be you, right?”

For despite all he's likely done, Eri still wants to help her friend.

[iheartbookbran]

is leigh bardugo really a dany anti/j*nsa shipper (these two always go hand in hand but what’s new) or is this just being blown out of proportion as usual?

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where deserts meet oceans | part 1.

Summary: (Y/N) is Uma’s sister and dating Jay. When he leaves for Auradon, (Y/N) wonders if she’ll ever see her Prince Charming again, and if he was really worth it in the first place?

Pairing: Jay x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none

(Series Masterlist)

“Do you really have to go?” You were behind the counter at Ursula’s Fish and Chippe Shoppe.

Jay sat at the bar eating the food he had just ordered. Being your boyfriend, he was the only person in Mal’s gang that your sister allowed in the restaurant. Dating on the Isle was different to say the least so even Uma had to cave when she saw how you and Jay revolved around each other. It wasn’t like anything really done around the Isle.

“Why? Are you gonna miss me too much?” Jay flashed a million dollar smile.

“Who said I was going to miss you.” You stuck out your bottom lip and caved. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll probably be back before you know it. Maleficent wants the wand. I swear that’s all I hear nowadays. We’ll be quick, grab the wand and go.”

“What if it takes longer? What if you don’t accomplish the mission? You’ll be in Auradon and I’ll just be here. On the Isle.”

“I’m not going to let that happen, take this.” Jay took his dark blue beanie off his head.

“But it’s like your prized possession.”

“I’ll get another one. It’s for you while I’m gone. I would’ve gotten a necklace but…”

You already knew the answer. You wouldn’t give up your shell necklace for anything. It was a gift to both you and Uma on your birthdays. She got hers on her eleventh and a year later you received it on your eleventh as well. Not even for Jay would you let anything else hang around your neck.

Jay leaned over the counter to put the beanie on you and kissed your nose before moving to your lips.

“I’ll come back. They said we could. I promise I’ll come back to see you.”

“Annndd you’ve overstayed your welcome. Get out my shoppe, loverboy.”

Uma had come by. She took his tray and the drink right out of his hand. Just cause she let him in didn’t mean he could be there forever. He wasn’t a part of the crew but more importantly he was a part of Mal’s gang.

“Alright, alright. I’m heading out. I’ll miss you (Y/N), I’m serious about coming back as soon as I can. See you later babe. See you later…”

He turned to Uma with a smug smile. You knew what was coming and you didn’t even try to stop it. “Shrimpy.”

Jay and Gil. Two of the only people who could ever fathom calling Uma Shrimpy and live to tell the tale. Jay kissed you one more time before running out of the store.

“If he wasn’t yours I swear,” Uma huffed.

You clutched the beanie on your head tight as the wind blew strongly. You were sitting on the top deck of Uma’s ship, looking out at Auradon, thinking of your last day with the Agrabah boy.

“You know he’s not coming back.”

“He’ll be back, Harry.”

“You should’ve just broke up with him, lass. Six months and I don’t think they’ve even give you a second thought.”

“Don’t you have a job from Uma?”

“Yeah… collecting you.”

Harry slung an arm around your shoulder and guided you off the ship and back towards the chip shoppe. The same way Uma tolerated Jay for you, you tolerated Harry for her. You liked the pirate but sometimes Harry Hook really got on your nerves, especially when he chose to remind you that Jay and the others still hadn’t returned to the Isle. You knew they couldn’t grab the wand, that they had turned towards a life of good but it was only a matter of time before they would come back to visit.

“There are plenty of nice boys on the crew ye know.”

“I don’t want a boy from the crew.”

“I know, lassie. You want your little gang boy.”

You rolled your eyes. Harry chose every chance to tease you about the crew. Everyone knew that if it wasn’t for Uma, you wouldn’t be with them. Your sister once offered you first mate but you refused, happily giving it up to Hook. Sailing, pirating in general, wasn’t your thing. You were absolute trash at it. You couldn’t even swab the deck properly.

If you could’ve been the little mermaid thing on the front of the ship, you would be. You held the official title of Crew Morale. There to boost spirits or generally remind everyone that they’re in Uma’s crew, a real family. Lately, as official morale, you weren’t having much morale. Maybe Harry was right. Maybe you should just get over Jay and find someone else.

You and Harry dropped your swords in the sword bucket by the door of the restaurant. It was a rule. No weapons in the shoppe. Even though you, Harry, and Gil were the only ones that could break that rule, you still followed it out of respect for your sister. Uma already had food ready for the both of you.

You turned on the TV to see an interview with Mal and Ben. Your hopes were killed when you saw it was just Mal, occasionally the other VKs would be shown on TV. But, today, it looked like you wouldn’t be seeing Jay’s face. Uma grabbed a spoonful of mashed potatoes off of Harry’s plate and threw it at the TV.

“Poser,” Uma said frustrated.

“Traitor! Let them have Bore-adon,” Harry yelled for encouragement, “I would love to wipe the smiles off their faces.”

“Gil? You want to quit choking down yolks and get with the program.” Uma turned to look at her third in charge.

“Yeah, what they said.”

You sighed as you ate a fry. Gil meant well, he really did, but the boy was just not with the program most of the time. If it wasn’t for his loyalty and strength, you were positive Uma would’ve kicked him out by now. But Gil had become like a brother.

“That traitor left us in the dirt. She gets to have a great time living it up in Auradon while the rest of us get still get their trash.” Uma seethed.

“Who turned her back on evil,” Harry chimed in.

“Who said you weren’t bad enough or big enough to be in her gang…”

Everyone stopped to look at Gil.

“What back when we were kids, remember? She dumped that chum on you called you Shrimpy and the name just stuck? No?”

“Gil.” You tried to save him. “Not now, dude.”

Gil shrugged and went back to his eggs.

“That snooty witch. Grabbed everything and ran while she left me nothing. Even took your boyfriend with her.”

Uma turned to you. For someone who hated Mal and her gang so much, Uma was fiercely protective of you and Jay. She never once blamed him for anything she blamed Mal for, knowing that it would hurt you. She was mad on your behalf for not seeing Jay in so long.

“No, she left you guys that sandbox.”

“Gil! I need you to stop talking.” This boy would get himself killed if you weren’t around.

“We should not be getting her leftovers. We’re gonna do something about that. Son of Hook, Son of Gaston, and us, Daughters of Ursula! What’s my name?”

“Uma,” Harry said in a low whisper as he took off his hat and kneeled to her.

“What’s my name?”  

“Uma?” Gil said more like a question.

“What’s my name?!”

You obliged your sister, she always had a slight flair for the dramatics. “Uma.”

(Part 2)...

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Three months, three months! That’s how long the couples that (y/n) and Harry had gotten together, had been trying to get the two together; multiple plans, scenarios, even truth spells, had all fallen flat. They were so close to giving up, every attempt failed, no matter who made the plan or who executed it. Meanwhile, (y/n) and Harry were just-having a time, enjoying the fruits of their friend's labor; multiple paid for dates a month, some free suits from Evie when Ben and Lia sent you off on a dinner date, and watching their friends go insane from trying to get the two together.

It was hilarious honestly, but after those couple months, and with the glaring support of their friends; (y/n) was ready. So one day, he stepped into Harry’s room, happy to see Gil wasn’t there, and locked the door behind him, smiling at Harry who was chilling on his bed. “hey?” Harry said quietly, thinking something was wrong, with the way (y/n) was looking at him so softly “yeh good? Did-shit did someone” (y/n) shook his head, walking over to Harry and climbing on the bed next to him, caging Harry between his arms “(y/n)?”

“I’m ready” is all (y/n), smiling down at Harry so softly, yet Harry's mind went the other way, face flushing red, and (y/n) chuckled, trailing his hand up Harry’s arm to rest on the crook of his jaw that connected to his cheek. “not that kinda ready, I mean, im really to tell them” the red flush disappeared from Harry’s face, turning to pink as he tilted his head slightly.

“are yeh sure?” Harry asked quietly, sitting up and wrapping his arms around (y/n)’s torso. (y/n) nodded, curling his fingers into Harry’s hair as his boyfriend stared him down. “yeah” (y/n) answered softly, bringing his hands to Harry’s cheeks and kissing him, pulling back after just a moment and pressing his forehead to Harry’s “yeah I’m ready.” Harry smiled, nodding as his eyes sparkled, excited to finally be open about his relationship with (y/n).

And finally, get (y/n) back for the closet incident.

-

“Hey, guys~!” Lia sang as (y/n) and Harry walked into Ben’s room where the couples were hanging out, Lia sitting on Ben’s bed while he sat in between her legs, his head resting on her thigh as he greeted the two pirates with his girlfriend. “what’s up?” Lia could tell the two were about to burst with information, and she smiled, seeing their intertwined hands.

“We have something to tell you all” (y/n) started, gaining everyone's attention, winking at Uma as she gasped, her eyes sparkling in realization “im gay, and we’ve been dating since we were sixteen” at this, everyone lost their shit. All screaming obscenities (well, minus Ben, Lia, and Uma who were laughing) and cursing out the two pirates.

“this entire time?!” Mal yelled, leaping to her feet and getting gin (y/n)’s face, knowing if she got in Harry’s face he would punch her “the entire time!? While we all tried to get you two together, planned dates n shit, you were just-this entire time?!”

Harry snorted, leaning into (y/n) a bit as Gil pouted at him “it was his choice” Harry said with a laugh, pulling (y/n) closer to him and resting his chin on (y/n)’s shoulder “if I could’ve, I would’ve jus’ been PDA city” Uma rolled her eyes, knowing Harry wasn’t lying, the attention hog he was.

(y/n) smiled at Harry fondly, bumping his head into Harry’s “yeah, it wasn’t that I was scared about any of your reactions, ya know considering” (y/n) gestured to Jay and Gil, then Mal and Evie, then Uma and Audrey “yeah, just didn’t feel ready till today” the couples all nodded, understanding, back on the isle relationships, no matter how they were, wasn’t accepted, and then (y/n) wasn’t obligated to come out before he was ready, even if he was already dating another dude.

“cool, so you’re going to be outwardly dating now?” Jay asked, tossing his arm over Gil's shoulder and smiling as Harry grinned at (y/n), the two nodding. “yeah” (y/n) answered for Harry, smiling back at his boyfriend.

“well im happy for you both” Ben said, Lia nodding in agreement as she reached for a purple grape on the plate Audrey was offering her. “but, be courteous, and keep it pg while in public” Ben teased, knowing he and the others were just as bad as (y/n) and Harry probably were going to be.

“no promises” Harry teased, already sneaking his hand up (y/n) shirt, resting it on (y/n)’s hip. (y/n) rolled his eyes, turning and nipping Harry’s earlobe, making him squeak. “HEY!”

“aaaand that’s what he’s talking about” Evie sang, still laughing as Harry flushed red and pouted at (y/n), who just grinned at him. Harry stuck his tongue out at Evie, squeaking again as (y/n) smacked his ass “(Y/N)!”

-five years later-

Harry grumbled as the sun beamed into his eyes, reflecting off the sea outside. “fuckin hell” Harry cursed, sitting up and sniffing, stretching his sore back and sliding out of bed, biting his lip as he spotted (y/n) moving about on the main deck, already getting to work on sailing the ship. Harry quickly got dressed and ran up to the main deck, sneaking a kiss on his husband's cheek and running off to handle the sails. (y/n) shook his head fondly and finished tying off the ropes, leaning against the rails as Harry released the main sail, raised the anchor, and the wind set the ship off, the two of you sailing through the Caribbean.

(y/n) took a deep breath, smiling as he smelled the very same sea his fathers’ once sailed. He turned, leaping up to the cockpit and hugging Harry from behind, and kissing his head. “good morning love” Harry rasped, his voice still laced with sleep as (y/n) rested his chin on Harry’s shoulder, eyes on the rising sun upon the horizon. “what's the plan fer today?”

“We find the edge of the world” (y/n) whispered, smiling as Harry cackled “ta the end of tha world it is!” Harry cheered, taking the compass from (y/n)’s hip and popping it open, snorting as it first pointed to (y/n) before redirecting to the right, and Harry took its course. (y/n) kissed Harry’s cheek again and sighed, closing his eyes in bliss.

Who would’ve thought two pirates born on a prison like isle, would be sailing the seas, free to be whoever they wanted? Not many, but those who did, weren’t surprised the two were destined to be together till the stars burned out.

-end-

Ah! Im both not happy, and happy with this part. High quality yes! But high quantity? No T_T, I wanted it to be at least five pages long, really only got to four n a half. But again I’d rather have one good short part then a mid-long part. I hope yall, and the commissioner, liked this series! Im sorry it took so long for me to write it out from p1 to p7.

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[harper-hook]

Just For Tonight | Harry Hook x Reader

Summary: The night the Core Four denounced evil, you and Harry find comfort in each other.

Warnings: Smut

Author’s Note: Harry is a brat canon

Just when things were finally looking up for you and everyone else, someone had to ruin things. Like always on the Isle, it was dark physically and literally. But tonight, after Mal and the others denounced evil and defeated Maleficent on live TV, it felt dark.

It felt like everyone was mourning for the life of crime and freedom they had imagined once they were free. Of course, it was too good to be true, you thought bitterly. You poured another glass of booze and downed half of it, shuddering slightly.

A thud against the outside of your house made you raise an eyebrow. You knew as soon as everyone quit mourning, shit would hit the fan in the morning. People would die in the crossfires over territory. It was a fact. You didn’t expect riots so soon though.

A series of knocks followed the thud, resounding in an unmistakable rhythm. You raised an eyebrow and smiled. You stood up and nearly fell on the way to the door, a bit too eager. You bit your lip smugly and opened the door.

Harry leaned up against the frame. He looked worse for wear, disheveled and exhausted but still grinning, albeit bitterly. “Aren’t you gonna invited me in?” He practically purred, getting right up in your face. You shrugged nonchalantly, excitement bubble up inside of you. You moved out of the way and heard him slam the door shut. 

You smirked and finished filling your glass up once more as you heard your bed squeak noisily. “(Y/N)...” Harry groaned, letting out a dramatic sigh. You hummed in response. “Please, can you… help me forget?” You froze at his broken tone. “Just for a few minutes?”

You quickly grew angry, at Mal and all of Auradon. Villains are still people! There are people who don’t deserve to rot here! You took a deep breath and turned to look at Harry who had already shed his shirt. “Sure thing, poppet.” You winked at him and pulled your top off, pulling your shorts down and stepping out of them.

“Safe word, hun?” You asked him, already knowing how your sessions could get. “Clamshell.” He replied without missing a beat. You nodded and took a swig of your drink, not swallowing yet. 

You strode over to Harry and grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him into a kiss, letting the alcohol spill into his mouth. You pulled away, licking your lips and watching hungrily as a dribble of booze ran down his chin and chest. 

Harry coughed loudly, breathing heavily. You smiled sweetly and kissed him again, much more gentle this time. You could feel his body practically relax as his tongue probed and explored your mouth. You ran your hands down his chest, scratching him up and down.

You broke away from him, face red and hot. He smirked at you, looking way too cocky for your liking. Quickly, you shoved Harry down on the bed and straddled him. You ran your hand up his neck and dug your nails in slightly. 

Harry moaned, bucking his hips slightly. ”Uh-uh...” You reprimanded, unbuckling his belt in one fluid and pulling it from the loops. “Hands up.” You ordered, tucking the belt into itself. Harry raised his hands over his head, flexing intentionally on the way. 

“Cute.” You scoffed, wrapping the belt over and through his wrists. “You love it.” Harry teased. You rolled your eyes and made sure the binds were tight enough. You ducked your head and scratched his right nipple with your teeth, making him curse under his breath. 

You smirked and lowered one foot to the floor and scooting back to sit over Harry’s knees. You started tugging his pants and underwear down unsuccessfully until Harry lifted his hips, revealing his already hard cock. 

You smiled at Harry sweetly and started pumping his cock fast with one hand, using the other to slip out of your underwear. “Uh! (Y/N)!” He moaned loudly, precum leaking over your hand.

The heat in your lower belly felt overwhelming so you decided to stop teasing. For his sake, of course. You straddled him again and braced your hands on his chest. “Please...” Harry begged, red faced and sweating. 

“You got it, baby.” You smirked and lowered yourself down on him, both of your throwing your heads back in pleasure. You began bouncing up and down with a deep and lazy rhythm. You were aware of the heat in the room and the way Harry watched your breasts bounce up and down. You loved a captive audience.

His cock suddenly jabbed your G-spot hard and your eyes rolled back into your head, a loud moan rolling off your tongue. This happened a few more times, your nails tightening and raking down his chest each time.

You looked at Harry who looked all too smug with himself. You slowed your pace to less than a grinding on his cock. “(Y/N)!” He groaned, less than pleased at the lack of pleasure. “Shouldn’t be so cocky then, eh?” You sneered, bouncing lightly once more.

You were taken off guard as Harry bucked his hips up hard. You moaned and lost your balance, falling forward on top of Harry. “What the- AH!” You yelped, Harry’s mouth finding one of your nipples and nipping it not so lightly.

Harry continued to thrust, clearly close to release judging by his sloppy rhythm.  You flushed, realizing Harry had gotten a face full of your chest. The knot in your gut burned and tightened with every thrust until with one hard assault on your G-spot, it snapped. You let out a string of curses as you came, fireworks shooting off behind your closed eyes. 

Harry was in no better shape, hips stuttering as he came inside of you. You both sat there in silence, trying to catch your breath. You were thoroughly shaken and you sat back up, smacking Harry’s chest in retaliation. He yelped and looked up at you accusingly. 

“I could’ve smothered you!” You tried to sound angry, the grin on your face giving you away. “If that’s how I go, so be it.” He said smugly. You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself off of him. You stood by his head and untied his hands, letting him sit up and rub some feeling back into them.

You gritted your teeth and shuddered, feeling his release drip down your leg. Harry noticed this and snickered. You smacked his shoulder again and sat next to him. 

The euphoria was quickly wearing off and the feeling of dread was setting in. You almost forgot that tomorrow was gonna be a big territory fight. It was almost like Harry read your mind and he rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. 

You looked out the window and saw the sun starting to peek through the smog. “You should leave. So you don’t get caught out in the open.” You reasoned. Harry paused before eventually nodding. 

The next few minutes were quiet as you both dressed, only small appreciative glances in each others direction. You walked Harry to the door, feeling rather somber. “I’ll see you later.” Harry said determinedly. You smiled sadly.

You grabbed Harry by the back of the neck and pulled him down, kissing him deeply. This somehow felt more intimate than anything else you’d done all night. You pulled away, red faced and breathless.

“Don’t die.” You offered as parting advice. Harry barked out a laugh. “Always the sentimental one, eh?” He grinned and opened the door. You watched him strut off into the night towards the docks. “Cocky shit.” You sneered, shutting the door.

[thebluestbluewords]

this isn’t done yet but I crave validation so have some rotten four bickering

*

“Buddy system today,” Mal says firmly, “No exceptions. We need to stick together and keep each other accountable. No shouting, no running, nothing that’s going to draw any attention to us so close to the ceremony.” 

“Aw, and here I had all these fireworks ready to throw at Audrey,” Jay says, tossing whatever toy he’s got up over his head. He’s sprawled out on his back over Mal’s bed, and the toy is going to get stuck in the canopy if he’s not careful. “You sure we can’t have a little mayhem, killer?” 

Mal takes a deep breath. Just because she’s strung tighter than a harp doesn’t mean that the others have to be. It’s probably for the best that they aren’t, actually. Keeping most of them relaxed means that there’s more of a margin for error in her own behavior. “If you cause trouble,” Mal says lightly “I will gut you like a fish and use your entrails for hair ribbons.” 

“Rude. At least let Eves weave them into fabric or something, make a cool jacket out of my skin.” 

“It’s too late to steal my mother’s pattern,” Carlos murmurs, without lifting his head up from the book he’s been scribbling in. “Should’a made this plan sooner. Could’ve gotten tips.” 

Mal barks out a laugh. “Hah! I think your mother might have a few words for me if I started stealing her thing, furball.”

Carlos glances up, flicker-fast, just long enough that Mal can see him roll his eyes at her. “The words being what, that’s cool as hell and you’re going to have to pay a hefty licensing fee?”

Mal loves her crew sometimes. “I was thinking more like, stop right there, you bastard usurper, how dare you infringe upon my style and all that I hold dear,” Mal says, voice intentionally low and dramatic. Appropriately evil, of course, but nothing like Cruella’s actual unhinged shriek. “Or like, just wait until my lawyer hears about this, you little spineless magpie.” 

Carlos snort-laughs. “Her lawyer being what, the only person in the house with enough remaining brain cells to open a law textbook?” 

“That’s the one. You wanna see me in court, loser?” 

“I’d kick your ass in a courtroom. Ad litem, the estate of Hell Hall brings against the estate of Maleficent of the Moors a grievous violation of lex scripta, as it has been established sub judice, and–” 

Mal throws her head back, letting her tongue loll out of her mouth and letting just the tiniest bit of magic flow to her eyes, so that she can glow an inhuman green. “You’ve vanquished me,” she gurgles, through her feigned death throes. “The sacred language has burned the devil out of me, I’m normal now.” 

[akasmileygirl]

I don’t know if some of you remember that I did this post about a year ago, analyzing the stats of the 8 games of 2020 “so far” (as if there were many more to come).

I decided to continue that and put together all 16 games the team has played with Vlatko as coach. So it starts with the Sweden game in November of 2019 and ends with the game against Argentina in February 2021.

(This will be pretty long.)

For the goal and assist stats some opponents are weighted differently than others as some seem stronger which should come down in the stats as well. It isn’t a perfect system but I worked with the FIFA rankings. That explains the uneven numbers for goals/assists for some players.

Goals/assists against any opponent: 1

Goals/assists against opponent in the Top 10: 1.5 (Sweden, England, Canada, Japan, Netherlands, Brazil)

I added the minutes a player was available to the team. This means the player was officially on the roster for that camp (not for the game). In some instances I knew a player was injured (like Andi, Mal, Sophia in January camp) and took them out even though they were technically available.

I did that to be able to tell the percentage of minutes a player has gotten from the minutes they could’ve gotten. The maximum minutes they could’ve played are 1440.

I only included players that have gotten minutes, no Murphy for example.

I won’t put up the stats for each tournament or game but if you want to know anything specific, feel free to ask!

Goalkeepers:

It’s safe to say that there is a clear no 1 (we all knew that)

When the team plays the “bigger” opponents the other goalkeepers don’t really get a chance

Franch played against Japan at SBC20 but that’s the only exception

Harris played against Costa Rica (one half, Franch the other half) and Panama

Campbell played against Colombia and Argentina

While Campbell technically has more minutes under Valtko the game in the Netherlands (11/20) was the first time she was on the roster under Vlatko

Meaning the game against Colombia (01/21) was the first game she logically (following his tactic of only playing Naeher against certain opponents) could’ve played

It also made a lot of sense to play her over Murphy against Argentina

In conclusion: I don’t think Campbell has a better shot at the Olympics than Harris

Defenders:

Only Dahlkemper, Dunn, Ertz, and Sauerbrunn have played more than 70% of the minutes they were available for

Sonnett is the defender with the next highest percentage at 57.5%

O’Hara being injury-prone really shows as she clocks in at only 45% with lots of managed minutes

Krieger is the only defender with two assists

Same pattern as with the goalkeepers in soothing players into NT games:

Cook’s minutes come from games against Colombia and Costa Rica

Davidson was injured for the first bit of Vlatko’s time, so her minutes come from one half against Japan (03/20) and the games against Colombia and Argentina recently

Purce played a few minutes against the Netherlands and most of the game against Canada

Krueger played the full game against Sweden (Dunn and O’Hara were injured), then wasn’t called up for Concacaf, played 30 minutes against Japan at SBC20, wasn’t called up again, played a few minutes against Canada and a half against Argentina

Midfielders:

Ertz is the only player with over 80% of available minutes played and the most minutes played in total with 1251 which is over 100 minutes more than Dahlkemper who has the second most minutes (1108)

Again: uneven goals/assists are because some are weighted with 1.5

Last year I noticed that Vlatko made a point of playing Horan, Lavelle and S. Mewis almost the exact same amount of minutes

That changed a bit because they weren’t all available all the time (ironically Lavelle is the only one of them who was available for all 16 games and thus comes in at the most minutes total)

All three of them do have similar percentages (62-65%) though which tells me he values them all very equally

With her 3.5 goals in only 183 minutes K. Mewis has the best goal/minutes ratio out of all the midfielders with 0.0191, followed by Horan with 0.0102 and S. Mewis at 0.0096

Horan leads the assist/minutes ratio by a lot with 0.0102 (K. Mewis 0.0055, Lavelle 0.0032) as well as in actual numbers: 9 to 3 by Lavelle

Forwards:

Contrary to popular belief both Press and Williams have almost the exact same percentage of minutes they’ve played (62%)

Press missed the two games against Colombia (01/21) and thus has less actual minutes than Williams (780 and 888 respectively)

Press played by far the most minutes at SBC21 with 187

Rapinoe (145), and Morgan (142) played similar minutes trailed a bit by Lloyd (128), while Williams (155) played a bit more than them

The three friendlies in winter 20/21 aren’t comparable minute-wise because so many players missed different games there

The only one available the whole time is Williams who logically has by far the most minutes for those games

Press scored the most goals out of all players (11.5), followed by Horan (9) and Rapinoe (8.5)

Lloyd and Horan lead the assists with 9 each

Press (0.0147) and Rapinoe (0.0137) have the best goal/minutes ratio

Pugh and Smith lead the assist/minutes ratio with their very few minutes

With them out, Lloyd (0.0113) and Rapinoe (0.0105) lead the assist/minutes ratio overall

How often is a player involved in a goal?

Now there are two different ways to calculate these

1. Add the goals and assists to get the real numbers:

2. Or add goals and assists to a total score and calculate a new involved in score/minutes ratio