#maleficent writes

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

This is off topic but the switch direct featured a game called Disney villains cursed café, and it got me thinking, what if Yuu ran a café in twst

I saw the trailer myself and instantly thought of Twst! 😭

Maybe Yuu wouldn’t be able to have their own café (lack of capital for startup), but they could be the Mostro Lounge’s barista or something? They have what appears to be a bar-like area:

It could be considered a part-time job to supplement the monthly allowance Crowley gives Yuu! It’d also be a good way for them to spread the Magic of Friendship and interact with the student body way more than what is shown in the main story.

If that part-time job goes well and Yuu enjoys it, maybe it could be a viable career path for them once they graduate NRC (assuming they don't find a way back to their world)? With a degree from a prestigious arcane academy + connections built by then, Yuu could surely net some financial backers and set up shop in Foothill Town (or even on NRC campus!). They could even have drinks and sweets themed after the dorms of inspired by their classmates. Since a lot of the expendable items in Twst gameplay are edible, it would also be so cool if Yuu recreated them for their business. Friendship Popcorn, Leaping Macarons, Rich Card Cookies, Limelight Waffles, Lucky Cupcakes, Starshards, Friendship Tea, Secret Snacks, breads drizzled with Blooming Honey, etc. It sounds like the beginning of a cozy fantasy novel www

In Disney Villains Cursed Café because I want to talk about how silly it is, you play the part of a "potionista" and serve magical brews to various Disney villains in a modern setting. Your choices will influence the villains' ambitions and result in different things happening in their storylines! Some stories teased include:

Gaston attempting to impress his golfing buddies

Hook wanting to be the star of a community theater production

Maleficent seeking to dominate on social media

Ursula becoming a reality TV sensation

The art style is very stylish, and I'm always a sucker for games involving food and fairy tale motifs 🤡

Some customers you'll meet include Ursula, Gaston, Jafar, Captain Hook. Cruelle De Vil, and Maleficent (in casual wear!). asdbasoydasd The Mistress of Evil using her staff as a selfie stick in the promo art makes me laugh a little 😅 Gaston looking preppy and athletic is also super fitting, but Jafar looks so different in a hat and suit that I had to do a double-take when I first saw him.

If you pay close attention, you'll also find Easter eggs in the decor and background! For example, Flotsam and Jetsam are in a glass container on the left of your counter, and the Magic Mirror seems to be mounted on the right. You'll find customers seated at tables and enjoying their drinks (JAFAR WHY ARE YOU HUNCHED OVER LIKE THAT... I also spot what seems to be the Evil Queen in one screenshot?)

Yzma also makes an appearance; apparently, she helps you with ingredients upgrades to make even more powerful potions.

THIS IS SO SILLY... My brain is just superimposing the NRC boys in these scenarios and that magnifies the silliness 😭

Ursula's "I went to the beach today and NO ONE wanted to make a deal with me" gives Azul being dramatic on an NRC school beach trip energy OTL Maleficent wanting to be a social media influencer is so ironic given that Malleus doesn't know how tf to use technology and regularly breaks phones... Vargas going on a golfing trip... Crewel wanting a hot brew to take the edge off of dealing with unruly pups all day... TWEELS CRAMMED INTO A JAR FOR THE AESTHETIC... Paparazzi trying to sneak a photo of Vil at a café... Jamil being a chuuni by declaring his drink teleports him to a powerful lamp, only to reappear a yard away under a ceiling fixture lamp... This just SCREAMS of the NRC students/staff terrorizing a local business/j Not me hoping that fan artists do crossover art/art inspired by interactions in this game...

[ghostedgrim]

Has anyone else noticed there's been a huge decline in fancfictions that have multiple parts with a storyline and/or don't contain smut/nsfw.

And I don't mean slow burns (Hell I haven't seen one in a year). So many fics these days are one-shot nsfw, multiple parts maybe with storyline but each chapter is smut.

Stories without the smut, or ones that are an actual multi-chapter slow burn, comfort, hurt-comfort, and such just don't seem to exist or when someone makes them it gets zero praise.

It's hard getting motivation because I'll make a post for a popular character/fandom but it'll get maybe 5 likes.

The lack of in depth story fanfics has made it hard to enjoy reading and writing fancfictions these days. I used to stay up all night reading 5-10 chapter long stories of a nsfw free slow burn, or intricate self-insert story.

Don't get me started on self inserts bro, they get so much hate. Gor forbid someone writes a story about their oc, especially if their character is shipped with a cannon character. I get you want a reader x character, but an oc x character are often so much fun simply because some people about COOK on their characters.

It seems the appreciation for fanfics has drifted from actual stories, to a crave to read porn.

[softpastelqueer]

Decided to start picking back up writing Chapter 2 of Cities Of The Lost but in the meantime if y’all wanna read chapter 1 here it is!

I’ll be eventually including cameos from other characters like Evie, Red, Chloe, and etc but I’ll start getting better at updating

Summary: Years after leaving Auradon and the Isle, Uma is now a private detective solving mysteries alongside her assistant, Audrey Rose. However, after magic is dying out and the disappearance of a former loved one, Uma finds herself surprised by her newest client. This case will her toughest yet.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46799251

[thebubblesareevil]

A much better Snow White movie

I might actually write this out fully later but I work at a movie theater and I’ve walked in way too many times to not get ideas.

So just like maleficent this would follow the evil Queen, but to be clear, she is evil no redemption. For the sake of this I’m gonna refer to her as EQ

When the eq was young she was always surrounded by suitors but the one she loved never looked her way. He loved another, one the eq believed was beautiful and it filled her with jealousy.

One day, a traveling merchant comes by and sells his wares. Among them was a simple mirror and eq flirted with the merchant and he gave her the mirror to gain her favor.

She gladly took it, and later while she was in her room brushing her hair, she can’t help but comment that she would give anything to be as beautiful as her rival.

The mirror replies, saying there are many paths to success. While at first she’s frightened she’s also intrigued, so she asks it how. The mirror teaches her all about potions and poisons, and when the beautiful girl that stole her love away fell ill and died. No one suspected a thing.

Unfortunately, the boy she loved was never the same after that and eq quickly lost interest. With the help of the mirror and its potions, she more beautiful everyday. He was always happy to tell her what she could improve and what she needed to do to look more and more beautiful.

And the more beautiful she became, the stronger the mirror got, growing in size.

Soon, as she grew into herself, eq began to catch the attention of successful men, traveling lords and wealthy merchants began vying for her hand, inviting her to balls and showering her with gifts.

One day she goes to a ball and falls in love with the king, unfortunately he’s married and deeply in love.

But that never stopped her before.

It took some work, but soon enough the kings wife fell ill and died, leaving behind the grieving king and his daughter.

She was more than happy to attend the first ball after the queens death, where she immediately ditched the lord she arrived with and made her way towards the king. She played her part of a mournful guest perfectly and she even gained the favor of the princess.

Soon she was invited to visit once again.

The mirror was always happy to council her in ways she could get closer to the king, how she should apply her makeup or what dress would garner her attention best that day.

Soon enough, the kingdom celebrated their new Queen, surely she would bring them prosperity.

But much to eq’s disgust, the king, just like her first love, lost that spark that first drew her to him.

It was unfortunate, but she had ways to handle it. She waited about a year before the king was struck my the same illness as his beloved and fell.

The kingdom mourned, their only solace was that the princess wouldn’t be alone in her grief.

Unfortunately with the death of first the Queen and now the king, enemy nations decided that it was the perfect sign to strike.

No one expected the Queen to lead them, but to the shock of the masses she was brilliant, but also cruel.

There were rumors that eq herself participated in the torture of her prisoners.

No one mentioned the heartless corpses, no one dared to protest when the Queen struck back harder and razed her enemies to the ground.

No one wished to have her ire turned on them.

But that didn’t stop the rumors.

As for the princess?

Eq didn’t care much for the girl, but she was certain she would be of use some day. At the least, the girl would be worth something in a political marriage.

She was a strange girl for certain, while her looks were fair, you couldn’t tell through the dirt that marred her face most days. She was insistent that she help the staff.

Eq wasn’t stupid, she knew her reputation and knew that the girl was key to placating the masses. So while she was firm with the girl, she didn’t get rid of her.

When the king from the enemy nation finally kneeled before her, he pleaded for her mercy and she gave it.

At a price of course.

Happy with the promise of peace, he praised the Queen for her mind and beauty, announcing to all present about how she was truly the fairest in all the land

Eq happily accepted the title.

Not long after the king returned home, a plague befell his kingdom, wiping out their crops. Luckily they had such close and gracious neighbors that were willing to help.

Soon the young prince could be seen visiting the castle with gifts for eq, and she happily accepted, admiring the handsome prince.

All the while the young princess grew into a beautiful young woman.

Perhaps she would have married the princess off, perhaps she would have lived a long and happy life.

If only she hadn’t tried to take what eq wanted.

She happened upon them by chance, the were talking in the gardens with a familiarity that enraged the Queen.

Worse though, was when the prince dared to tell the girl that was more fair than even her step mother.

This enraged the Queen, so she consulted her mirror once more. Only for it to confirm her fears, for while the Queen was beautiful, time aged even her.

She refused to accept it, and with the mirrors help she brewed potion after potion to restore her beauty. But after everything, the mirror solemnly told her that the princess was fairer still. Luckily they was a way to capture the girls youth for her own

Clearly she would have to go, but she needed to remain pure, so eq hired a huntsman to take the girl out into the woods, to kill her and to bring back her heart.

He returned to her soon enough with her prize, and she set to work. She followed the recipe to the letter, she mixed in the heart, turning the potion such a lovely shade of red.

She would need drink the potion every night for a week for the magic to take hold.

The mirror told her in that time that so long as she made it perfect, she would become more beautiful each day, but every day the mirror would show her only her flawed self. She raged, certain she was lied to.

So she asked the mirror once more, who the fairest in the land was.

Through eq, the mirror had grown far stronger than ever before, Gone was the small mirror she once held in her hand, in its place a magnificent mirror that held a place of pride upon the wall. It could now see far beyond her borders and so it told her the truth.

That Snow White still lived.

First she dealt with the traitor, then eq used her magic to disguise herself, taking with her a magic apple.

The girl was far too trusting.

Unfortunately those wretched dwarves arrived before she could take her prize from the girl, and eq returned to her castle.

She spoke with the mirror daily now, desperate for its help to fight back the toll of time, but no matter what she did, she always found another flaw.

Pressing a hand against the mirror, she despaired.

She begs the mirror, pleads with it, for something, anything that will save her from such a cruel fate.

She places a hand upon the mirror and eq is startled when a hand pushes out of the mirror. She quickly backed away as a figure emerged from the mirror.

She looked upon the woman before in shock and awe, before her stood none other than her own reflection but also so much more.

She was flawless, and she reached out for eq s hand. Gently it lead her in an elegant as it whispered promises of attaining this incredible beauty, how it could all be hers, if she only wished it.

Desperate, eq agreed. She wished it with her entire being. She put her entire soul into her wish.

And the mirror was more than happy to accept it.

——-

The disappearance of the queen did not go noticed for long. Soon enough the princess returned to her home with her beloved in tow.

But no matter how they searched, there was no sign of the Queen.

Soon enough Snow White and her price were married and they took their place on the throne.

Snow White decided that eq s rooms should be cleared out and the treasure be placed in a vault.

They were all diligent in their work.

One pretty young maid was cleaning out small desk when she opened a drawer to reveal a small mirror.

It was such a small and pretty little thing.

Surely no one would miss it?

[hannahhook7744]

Random Thought I Had About Super Sinister 13th Birthdays;

Okay, so I don't know how canon this can be considered since Super Sinister Thirteen birthday parties are only mentioned once or twice in the books. 

But I recently found out the canon birthdays of three characters—Uma, Mal, and Evie—and am now struck with a couple of angsty thoughts. 

So, I personally get the impression that Super Sinister Thirteens on the isle are like Sweet Sixteens/a milestone birthday/right of passage—and they’re probably big on the isle, and something the isle kids themselves came up with. I mean, we know given how most of the villains are on top of the limited resources on the isle that a good portion of the isle kids probably never had birthdays/birthday parties. 

What if a Super Sinister Thirteen is something the older isle kids made up to throw themselves a birthday party at least once and it became a sort of right of passage among the isle kids? The day were you were finally considered a villain or something?

It’s the most important birthday on the isle and the only one a lot of the kids have—with some of them not even getting to have that—and all of the kids, and several of the adults know it. 

It’s canon in the books that more people showed up to Mal’s Super Sinister Thirteen than Uma’s. 

It’s canon that Uma and Mal both share a birthday—that they were born on December 31st. 

That alone is angst material. 

Arch enemies, former friends—sharing a birthday—and having more people show up to your enemies’ milestone birthday than yours whether out of fear or just because they genuinely think that your enemy is more evil/important/special than you and it’s better to be seen on their side than yours. 

But then we find out that Evie��s birthday is October 11th. Two months before Uma and Mal’s. 

Evie was still exiled when she was thirteen. 

Was alone with only her mother, her pet parrot Othello, and depending on when her doll was eaten by vultures/dogs (can’t remember which animal it was eaten by), her favorite doll—on what was supposed to be a milestone birthday. 

All because she didn’t invite Mal to her sixth birthday. 

Only that’s not exactly right, is it?

Because Evie was six. She wasn’t in charge of invitations. Her mother was. 

Her mother who probably wouldn’t have listened to her if she said she wanted Mal there or not. 

And in the descendants book ‘The Magic of Friendship’ we see the invitation Evie meant for Mal to have, despite Mal having never got it (correct me if I’m wrong. It’s shown on the wiki but it doesn’t really give context regarding the invitation). 

It doesn’t matter how the invitation didn’t get to Mal—whether it was because a six year old Evie misplaced it, a spiteful Evil Queen wanting to make a grab for power, a test from Maleficent, or something else. It doesn’t matter why the invitation didn’t get to Mal. What matters is that we the audience now know it existed 

That Evie knows it existed and that she made one. 

Which means Evie wasn’t slighting Mal and that she had no reason to expect her sixth birthday party to be ruined by Mal’s mom for ‘not inviting her’. Because as far as little six year old Evie knew she had invited her.

Whether she knows or doesn’t know that Mal didn’t get the invitation after the party is ruined is irrelevant. 

It doesn’t change the outcome. 

Evie is exiled for the next ten years with no companions other than a doll, a parrot, her abusive mom, and maybe goblin servants—including on her birthdays.

Her birthday is October 11th and she was exiled on her thirteenth birthday—on what would have been her milestone Super Sinister Thirteen. 

She’s exiled through no fault of her alone with no friends and no really caring family, and likely doesn’t know the full circumstances behind why because she did invite Mal, didn’t she? (Maybe she starts to question if she ever really did or if her mind just made that up). 

She’s alone on a day where other isle kids with the means to celebrate would be having fun with the rest of the isle kids and their friends. Alone and not allowed to leave her home that functions more as a prison on a day she knows is supposed to be special for isle kids—and then two months later, she gets to watch Mal’s Super Sinister Thirteen celebration (and maybe even Uma’s, depending on how many people showed up and how flashy she was able to make hers) knowing that she was forgotten and abandoned on hers intentionally for something she didn’t even really do. 

The pure angst material is glorious. 

(Don’t think Uma sitting with Gil and Harry almost completely alone in Ursula’s fish and chips on her  Super Sinister Thirteen, fighting back tears because she invited just as many people as Mal had and how she probably had to decorate herself and make everything because Morgana, Ursula, and whoever her father is couldn’t be half assed to help and how there is only so much a thirteen year old with or without the help of an adult, like her Aunt Uliana, can do. ).

(Don’t think of Evie sitting in her windowsill on her birthday, tearful face buried in a pillow as she hugs her doll all while Othello flies around the room squawking ‘unibrow’ and other things the Evil Queen has criticized Evie on or how longingly she must have watched Mal’s celebration from that same windowsill two months later while knowing that she hadn’t really done what she was accused of). 

(And certainly don’t imagine Mal on her thirteenth birthday, having all eyes on her—including that of her mother who punished her for helping a Goblin in the market—and being a nervous wreck or how she was likely thinking about how her father and brother weren’t there. Don’t think about how sharing a birthday with Uma once must have been a wonderful thing and was now a bitter one on that day for both of them—).

Again, I’m likely just overthinking it  but I just wanted to share. 

(Also don’t think about Celia, who’s birthday is October 31st, and how Evie might have also seen Celia’s eighth birthday celebration less than three weeks after her milestone birthday was ignored—given that Dr. Facilier would likely have the means to give Celia a decent one since he runs an arcade, school, and might even do some work on the side to get money. One that could likely be seen from the arcade). 

[dangerdazee]

descendants: rise of red one-shot, in which uliana is not as big and bad as her "friends" lead her to believe

Uliana walks in front, a couple feet ahead, and the other four villains follow behind. They whisper as they walk.

"Goblin pastry? That's her plan?" Hook crosses one arm over his chest, propping up the arm with a hook and letting it sit up by face.

"How were our ideas not worse than that?" Hades questions.

"I'd much rather eat a little pastry than burn to a crisp." Morgie raises his eyebrows and purses his lips.

"Maybe there's more to the plan than just the cupcake." Hook's attempt to give Uliana the benefit of the doubt is not well-received.

"It's Uliana. You know there's not." Hades smirks.

Maleficent smacks her boyfriend on the arm.

"Hey!"

"Don't say that." But Maleficent's laugh doesn't really match her words.

"What's all the talking back there?!" Uliana stops abruptly and whips around, her hair flying.

"Nothing." Maleficent, Hades, Hook, and Morgie say in unison.

As soon as Uliana turns back around and the group of five continue walking, the four in the back stifle laughs.

Uliana thinks she's big, bad, and scary. She thinks all of the people in her little entourage are terrified of her and bow to her.

She couldn't be more wrong.

Why she ever expected evil personified to not be playing a cruel joke on her is beyond them. But she's been falling for it, hook (no pun intended,) line, and sinker.

It was Maleficent's idea first. When the five of them began to form a solid group, Maleficent immediately noticed Uliana's insecurity and confidence issues.

A good friend would try to be supportive and helpful, but this is Maleficent. She saw it as an opportunity to have a good laugh.

One day, the facade will fall and Uliana will be humiliated and the outcome of this evil prank will bring them great joy. But, honestly, they find it just as fun and satisfying to laugh behind her back about it.

"Should we even be getting back at Princess Perky?" Hades throws his arm over Maleficent's shoulders as they continue walking and whispering.

"Why? Are you going all soft?"

"Gross, no. The flamingo thing was just really funny." Hades gives a sly smile.

Uliana stops as someone calls her name. It's a teacher, so she's more inclined to actually pay attention and go. She tells the others to go on and she'd meet them later.

As soon as Uliana is out of earshot, Maleficent pipes up again.

"We could always... sabotage." Maleficent's face reveals that she's thinking hard.

"Bridget?"

"No- How would that make sense?" Hook pats Morgie on the shoulder, taking a bit of the edge off of his correction. "No, she means we could sabotage Uli's plan."

"Exactly."

"How?" Morgie asks.

"I'm not entirely sure yet. But we have a few hours left to figure it out."

Hook glances over at Uliana, seeing her angry and frustrated as the teacher speaks to her. Hook can only assume that she's not doing well in a class.

"Look, look. Look how upset she is." Maleficent, Morgie, and Hades turn their attention that direction and chuckle along. "Never gets old."

It would be only a couple years later that Uliana realizes what's been going on.

The anger in her was only beaten out by humiliation.

Suddenly, all these people who she thought feared her were making her feel small. And weak. It was as if they grew ten feet tall.

All the strength and power she thought she possessed dwindled down to almost nothing.

Uliana felt like her whole life was a lie, while Maleficent, Hades, Hook, and Morgie all laughed and had a grand time. They reveled in the result of their game.

Part of Uliana wondered if she deserved it.

.

[ @ladyoftheesun here it is! might rewrite sometime to improve it, and i'll tag you again if i do unless you tell me not to! ]

[onesentencemusings]

New Customer - Pt 1

“Per nequitiam et imaginationem tr revelare!”

--

Jafar brushed off the purple dust from his suit and took his usual place in the back of the cafe. The swirls and swooshes of purple magic announcing the entrance of other patrons was far too common-place for the man to even register consciously. What was worth noting was the cacophony of crashing from across the main lounge area, making the Vizier almost drop his phone on the table.

He got up slightly and peeked around the empty chair across from him. A large but still fit-to-burst backpack rolled off the farthest booth and hit the floor with a weighty thud. “Ow.” An unfamiliar woman said flatly. No, wait… She was familiar.

Jafar growled. He looked to Ursula in her tub; no, she seemed mildly alarmed but that quickly shifted to pondering. She didn’t know. Jafar glanced over his shoulders, Gaston was more baffled than normal and Cruella and Maleficent had near identical looks of irritation. They didn’t know either.

The backpack rolled over and the sideways table wobbled. Eventually a head popped up, covered in dark wild hair held back by a worn makeshift headband. Soon after the rest of this new woman stood up. She wore a worn long-sleeve yellow shirt sporting a simplistic drawing of a two-humped camel and dark reddish-brown pants. Against any common sense, she had a green hoodie hanging from her neck by its hood drawstrings. Despite the pack’s huge size and assumed weight, she tossed it easily into her booth before cracking her knuckles. “No, no, everyone please ignore me.” She tightened her ponytail. “No crowding to help. I don’t need it.”

Ursula clicked her tongue. “Oh dearie, you just might be in the wrong place.” 

The woman stopped mid-walk and gave the sea-witch an obvious once-over.  ”You’re saying that to me.” She laughed. The larger woman scoffed with grand offense but merely turned away to sulk as the human woman walked to the counter.

No!

Jafar hurriedly stuffed his phone away, raced to beat the woman to the counter and started rapidly slapping the fine wooden top until the employee peeked above the lower cabinets. Jafar gave the Potionista a glare before speaking. “Is this establishment not of high repute?” He stated firmly.

The poor employee took a moment to ponder, a habit they frequently indulged in when addressing a customer. “I… haven’t been looking up reviews of this place.” They finally answered. “But you guys seem more or less satisfied so I assumed…”

Jafar heard steps stopping next to him. He stalwartly refused eye-contact, even when he saw bits of yellow slightly duck into his peripheral view. He sucked in a breath, like a hiss, and continued. “Then allow me to explain: To become a place of quality, one must garner quality patrons.”

The Potionista saw the woman roll her eyes before matching Jafar’s angry crossed arms with a smirk. “Yeah! What kinda place is this? Letting riffraff like Jafar in?”

Jafar heard Ursula snort behind him and tensed up. No, he would not allow himself to be driven from this place! He turned to the woman with a very strong frown. “How dare you! I’m the sort of clientele most businesses strive to attract!”

The woman put her hands on her hips and grinned. “Please. You’re the lowest class guy here, bubbie.”

Jafar tensed up even more hearing a woman's voice going ‘Hmm-mmm’ in agreement behind him. He turned around just in time to see Cruella look back down at her drawings. “I am the Grand Vizier to the Sultan of Agrabah!”

The woman pointed to Maleficent. “Mistress of all Evil. Let’s call that a queen for simplicity's sake.” Maleficent lowered her magic streaming staff and gave a tiny nod. The new woman pointed to Cruella. “Aristocrat. Those are basically nobles.”

Cruella feigned being caught off guard by the compliment, batting her eyes rapidly before fluffing up her hair and striking a quick pose. 

“Same with Gaston,” The new lady pointed to Gaston. “I mean he basically runs his hometown so-”

Gaston slammed the ground with his feet as he stood up. “I heard my name!”

“Sit down.”

“Okay then!” Gaston dropped back onto the couch with a heavy thud.

“High profile career criminal.” The woman pointed to Ursula, getting a tiny pout in return. “High profile career criminal.” She pointed at Hook, who’s pacing about had already wrapped the phone cord around his legs. “Actual queen.” She pointed at Grimhilde. The queen very-nearly almost smiled before the new woman finished with a “Yuck.” 

Even from the counter far from the balcony, the Potionista saw the queen’s eyes narrow into a glare.

“And you,” The woman finally motioned at Jafar. “The public servant.”

Jafar growled and lowered to the woman’s level. “I oversee the peace-keeping in the entire citystate of Agrabah!” He yelled.

“So you serve the public, Mr. Public Servant?” She answered.

Jafar’s face dropped. The stunned man only came back to earth when Ursula’s low rough laugh broke through the sound of his own shattering ego. He stood tall and glared death at the woman. “And you are a worthless, vicious, vulgar, vile little vagrant!”

The woman stopped looking quite as smug and became more flat, bored even. “I prefer the term Nomad.”

“Do you two… know each other?” Both people looked at the Potionista behind the counter. They both forgot the employee was there at all.

“No!” “Yeah.”

The pair looked at each other. Jafar’s look of rage faltered when Nomad gave him a confused look. “Seriously, Red?”

Jafar huffed and glared at the Potionista. “We do not know each other.”

Another noticeable pause from the employee. “Nicknames don’t come out of nowhere.” The Potionista shrugged. “Usually people need a rapport with someone before they give them a fun name.”

Jafar growled.

“So…” The Potionista gently waved at both customers. “How do two people like you end up knowing each other?”

“Oh!” Nomad clapped her hands together and pointed at Jafar. “You tell them. I’d love to know how you see how our little meeting happened through your eyes.”

Jafar shrunk slightly, instantly looking direly uncomfortable. He gulped and made himself stand up straight. He had to maintain some decorum. He knew she wouldn’t. Jafar looked to the worker for… something, he couldn’t name what exactly, but all he got was a customer-service smile that ever so slightly shifted into a tone of embarrassed pity. Like a parent trying hard to support a child in the active process of humiliating themselves.

Jafar took a deep breath, not getting any less stressed by doing so. “I-” From the corner of his eye he saw Nomad staring him down, a far too familiar smug smirk on her face. Jafar turned fully to the Potionista. “I was, through no fault of my own, mind you, in a tiny spot of… bother.”

“Just an itty-bitty spot of bother, eh?” Nomad added needlessly.

“And despite my obvious extraordinary abilities, I was unable to… liberate myself from said circumstances.”

“It’s a Wonder how you didn’t Cave from the pressure of it all.” The woman added again.

Jafar growled but pushed on. “My unfortunate situation necessitated outside intervention, you see. So obviously I did what I could to… draw attention to my…” He paused for quite a while, mind churring like a blender to break reality down enough for him to even stomach speaking vague near-truths. “My… spot of bother.”

“Lit a little lamp by the window for passersby, didja?”

“And that’s when you met her.” The Potionista finished. They took another thoughtful pause. “She helped you for free just when you needed it the most.”

“Weeeell,” Nomad smirked even harder. “Maybe not 100% for free, but far less than anyone else in this room would charge, that’s for sure.”

“Oooohh.” The Potionista put their hands together. “I get it. He never paid you back and that’s why you two are mad at each other.”

“I gave this wretch far more than she deserves.” Jafar announced firmly.

Nomad put her chin in her hand. “More than I deserve, yes, but not what I wanted or asked for.”

The Potionista needed to choose; Jafar was clearly about to erupt, already twisting his umbrella cane in a death grip, and probably could use someone to at least support him until he calmed down. On the other hand, if Jafar owed a debt, he should repay it proper. 

Everyone in this cafe was dangerous in their own way and the employee had the feeling that some middle-aged woman wouldn’t be brought here if she couldn’t handle herself. Not to mention, two villains going to war in the shop would be bad enough even if there wasn’t a counter full of magic ingredients right there waiting to be set off. And knowing Jafar, he would go to war to get out of giving anything to anyone for free.

…

Still…

“What did you ask for?” The Potionista asked.

“Do not encourage her!” Jafar growled through gritted teeth. “Nothing of any logical value, I promise you that!”

“Worth isn’t just about surface value, Red.” The woman snapped back. “A guy obsessed with ‘powerful magic creatures that live inside common household objects’ should know that.”

The Potionisha froze. Jafar’s eye twitched in the ‘a load-bearing synapse has just snapped’ kinda way. The employee drifted down behind the counter to pre-emptively make a Cool Guy Chai when Jafar spoke.

“I don’t have to sit here and take this disrespect. Never again!” Jafar quickly turned away and marched out the front door.

“Yeah, go back to your barn, ya old goat.” Nomad waved him out. She leaned on the counter and pointed at the large front window by Gaston’s seat. Jafar had only walked to the corner of the building and was leaning on the wall, rubbing the sides of his head.

Maybe the Potionista should still make that Cool Guy Chai.

“Men; so high maintenance.” Nomad chuckled. “I’ll never understand being so fussy.”

The Potionista gave a very neutral grunt as they dumped the Frozen Thoughts and Molten Candle Wax into the brewer. They set the device aside to work before addressing Nomad again. “Now I really have to know. What did you ask Jafar for?”

Nomad crossed her arms. “Nothing that anyone with half a brain wouldn’t just do and get it over with.”

“Do? So he doesn’t have to give you something, just do something for you?”

Nomad threw her hands up in a shrug. “Exactly! I don’t see what the big deal is.”

The Potionista shrugged silently, choosing not to keep pushing. Both Jafar and Nomad needed to simmer down and the potion brewer could only cook one potion at a time. Nomad needed to be redirected until there was Cool Guy Chais for both of them.

“Soooo… Is there anything I can get you?” The employee asked, already forgetting their brewer was busy.

“Nah, I’m good.” The woman pulled her hood over her shoulder idly.

“Oh.” More silence. “Well, usually people only show up here because they want something.”

“Whenever I want something, I just take it.” Nomad answered. “And if I can’t take it, I live without it. Easiest thing in the world.” The older woman looked at the worker. They seemed befuddled. They were probably taught just to sell, sell, sell. They don’t need her taking up their time, talking life philosophies. Just be nice. You were a salary worker once too. “But if you want something to do,” Nomad continued “I’ll take whatever the local flavor is.” 

“Uh, this is a potion shop.” The Potionista said. “Our drinks have magical effects. I haven’t tried many potions but they aren’t usually drunk for the taste.”

“Dang. Coulda gone for a matcha.” Nomad shook her head. “Well, just give me something fun then. Something to get my energy out. All this Jafar-perstering has got me revved up.” She smiled and started pacing in place, like a boxer staying light on their feet in a fight.

“I’ll… see what I can do.” The Potionista ducked down behind the counter and pulled out the potion book. They flipped to the potions and started scanning down the list when the book pages flipped forward on their own. The book quickly flipped to the customer section just as a tiny wave of golden magic dust drifted away from a page the Potionist had never seen before. 

Like the other customer pages, this one had Nomad’s head shot: She was pulling down a pair of sunglasses and giving the camera a wink when the picture was taken. In the background the Potionista could see Nomad holding a phone looking at some kind of food blog, her message bubble on the bottom showing a small red ‘99+’ dot. 

Her signature underneath the headshot had a huge splotchy heavily-inked X that looked painted on with a paintbrush instead of a pen. Next to the comically large X was a small Japanese calligraphy-style writing out of the word ‘Nomad’ in parenthesis, which also looked painted on but done so with a much finer brush. 

Finally at the bottom was Mr Magnus’s writing: ‘A Diamond in the Rough (emphasis on the ROUGH) just waiting for a reason to shine. But what color diamond will she be? Blue, Gold or Red?’ 

So there was more to her than meets the eye. That kinda explained how someone so casually dressed and average-looking got in here. The Potionista looked up to see Nomad looking through her big leather purse, looking mildly miffed.

Right, potions.

The employee flipped back to the potions and again the book flipped through farther than the person holding it intended. The book landed on a page showing two similar potions, both green, one slimy and glowing, the other a nice duller green reminiscent of grass.

‘Nomad likes riling people up for fun.’ The potion note read. ‘Whenever she starts bothering the other customers too much, I usually give her a Beastify+ potion to turn her into an animal for a few hours so she can burn off her energy outside.’ Exactly what Nomad asked for! Awesome! ‘But I’ve found that when Nomad bothers other people, it’s because something’s bothering her. So I’ve started slipping her a Mouthy Macha instead to make her talk her problems out… before her internal storms become quite external. (WARNING: Mouthy Matcha does NOT double as a truth potion, she can lie all she wants, she just can't stop talking for a few minutes)’

The Potionista saw Nomad drop her over-the-shoulder satchel with a huff, and look away slightly anxiously. Internal storms becoming external? That can’t be good, neither for business or personal safety.

What to do, what to do...

(Part 2)

[ivorydragoness44]

dtror!Hades x Reader: Fountain

Word Count: 1,221 Warnings/Notes: The Reader and other characters get surrounded by dancing students, the Reader becoming overwhelmed at the situation, the Reader falling into the fountain (unharmed), Hades setting the courtyard on fire, and characters concerned for the Reader’s well-being.

Summary: Leaving class with Morgie and Hades, the Reader and their friends encounter a musical predicament as students accidentally block their way and cause an incident that Hades does not take lightly. A/N: This is more of a Hades and Morgie x Reader, while also being a Uliana’s crew x Reader at the last half. It got out of hand for initially being a Hades x Reader haha.

  Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you yawned.   “Class wasn’t that bad,” Hades said, walking over to your table.   As the rest of the students left the classroom, you three remained. The third being Morgie. The son of Morgana le Fay slid over beside Hades.   “Yeah,” he agreed with his friend. “We learned more in today’s class than in all of last week’s!”   “It’s not that,” you shrugged, “I guess I’m just feeling… off today.”   “Oh.” They nodded slowly in understanding.   “Come on.” You gave a small smile before turning to head out the door.

  The sea of hormones had ebbed, and the three of you were to walk without a single student in your way. Not that either of you were in a rush. The next class would not begin for another few minutes. There was always plenty of time to reset and socialize between classes. Maybe not enough time for some, but things consuming more time would just have to wait until later.

  As the three of you made your way over to one of the courtyards, you quickly found where a good portion of the student body had congregated.   “This is the second time today,” you observed as rhythmical lyrics continued in the area.   “And we haven’t even had lunch yet,” Morgie agreed. Swaying his head from side to side, he grabbed his friend’s attention.   “Are you going to join?” Hades asked with raised brows.   A brief moment of thought and Morgie stilled. “No,” he said, looking to the blue haired boy. “I mean… it sounds great and all, but I have no idea who they’re singing about. And besides… they’ve already started singing. I don’t just want to jump in.”   Hades smiled, humored. “That hasn’t stopped you before.”   “You can be very determined,” you added, patting Morgie’s shoulder.   “Yeah.”

  While your conversation sided the song performing in front of you, you three failed to notice one thing in particular. A group of singing students danced dangerously close to where you were standing.   “Uh…maybe we should”—   “Move?” Hades finished your suggestion.   “Yep.”

  With a single hand, you ushered Morgie forward. He slithered around toward the door across the stone walkway. But as your hopes for an easy retreat came to their height, it crashed down.   The dancing within the space changed tempo. To avoid a collision with two students, you side stepped and twirled out of their path, your hand slipping away from the silky texture of Morgie’s shirt in the process.   A small gasp left your lips as you leant back, narrowly avoiding an extended arm as the students continued a spritely routine. They moved forward, and you moved back. It was an unsavory dance, dodging physically artistic motions as they seemed to unconsciously target you.

  Continuing to back away, your head was nearly whipping back and forth in an attempt to keep track of their motions. As you looked up, you caught Hades doing the same. At least the students appeared to miss him with each move.   The overwhelming nature of the situation pounded in your ears. But not more so in the next moment. Stepping quickly, a pressure pushed against the back of your leg. It did not move, however, in reflex your other leg did, trying to regain balance as your world tipped over and the strap to your bag slipped off of your arm to safety.   A sudden coolness enveloped you. You did not breathe. The water of the fountain was far deeper than anticipated at first glance. It muffled out the majority of the music beyond the surface. Though it was a lot calmer, you could not stay like that forever.

  Pushing yourself up, all that you could see behind the edge of the fountain was orange and red fire. Little wisps of it burning a bright white. The flames flared up from left to right. With a slosh of water, you sat up. You watched as students fled the courtyard with screams of panic. Their terrified expressions were sure to imprint in your mind for some time.   Soon, the fire encompassing the area cooled down and burnt itself out. Standing in the middle of it all was only one student: Hades. Even his most closest friends, Uliana’s crew, were no where to be seen. However, you had an inkling that they were staying at a safe but observant distance. Why would they miss such a spectacle of Hades’ fury?

  Hades’ flaming locks too cooled down, no longer holding a flame on his head. His shoulders sank down, the silver spikes on his jacket not threatening to create an additional piercing on his earlobes.   Taking a breath, Hades took one solid glance around. In the next breath, he strode over to the fountain. He propped one boot up on the edge for leverage and leaned down to offer a hand to you.   There was a pause as you stared at his hand. The collision of all that had happened coming to a sloping halt. Again, you looked up at his face after the shock of it all.   “Unless you want to stay in the water…”   His confused tone snapped you out of your daze. Blinking, you caught up with the present reality. With a wet grasp, you took ahold of his gloved hand. He yanked you up into a standing position and carefully step out of the fountain with godly ease.

  At the sound of your squishy wet boots, you looked down at the footwear. “Great,” you sighed, looking back up to Hades with the hopes of ignoring the feeling around your feet.   “Are you all right?” He asked, releasing his hold on your hand.   “Aside from the obvious? Yeah. Not fond of it… but yeah.”

  A multitude of approaching footsteps caught the attention of the pair of you.   “Hot stuff,” Uliana smiled approvingly at the surrounding courtyard as the group got closer.   “You even burnt that tree to a crisp!” Morgie bounced over to Hades’ side. “It’s still smoking!”   Hades’ brows raised and all eyes glanced at the aforementioned foliage.   Maleficent dragged her fingertips down Hades’ arm with a small smile. “Maybe I should redecorate it with thorns to match?”   Hades said nothing as he looked at her, but a smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

  As the attention on Hades swayed, the others looked to you.   Hook turned to you with an examining tilt of his head. “Sorry, love,” his upper lip curled, “but you look like you just swam around my ship.”   “Heh, I feel more like the dropped anchor,” you replied with a dry laugh, retrieving your dropped bag from the ground.   Hook’s brows furrowed in concern, his charm momentarily lost. “Are you hurt?”   “No,” you gave a small toothless grin to further reassure him. “Now, don’t go scheming a revenge plot while I go change.”   “And dry off,” he added with a flourishing gesture of his hook.   You frowned.   Uliana placed a gentle hand to your shoulder. “No promises on the no scheming though.”   “I wouldn’t expect anything less from the Academy’s most wicked.”   With a shared smile, laughter rang out from the group. There was no telling if or when they would conjure up a plan on your behalf. If they were to get revenge for you… it would have to be perfect.

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[justaasexual]

Just finished rewatching Maleficent and damn I forgot revenge is bad narratives can be good.

Like, ultimately the formula they follow is person A gets hurt by person B (often scarred for life/grievously injured) -> person B moves on and starts a family - A becomes bitter and angry and gets back at B -> but eventually decides not to go through with it because B has a family/it would make them just as bad, or they do and then feel empty/it’s unfulfilling.

And I hate it. I hate that the implication is that if you hurt the person who hurt you, you are just as bad as them. I much prefer the Inigo Montoya route: revenge is my purpose because someone did something bad to me -> I get revenge and this is great, I have achieved my goal.

And I could never pinpoint why that was the case until I was rewatching Maleficent with my sib and realized that it’s because most “revenge is bad” narratives center around the harm it will cause to person B. It centers around the harm it causes to the bully, the abuser, the perpetrator. It centers around B’s family, B’s friends. It never centers around A.

Maleficent, though, does center around A in a way I don’t see too often. Maleficent got hurt by Stephen. Stephen moves on, while Maleficent can’t. Maleficent becomes bitter and angry, and gets back at Stephen via cursing Aurora. Then Maleficent decides not to go through with it/regrets it.

But Maleficent makes the choice after. After Aurora wakes up, Stephen attacks Maleficent. He burns her, he chains her. Maleficent escapes, and then she doesn’t continue attacking Stephen. She throws him on the ground, moves to leave, he grabs her near her wings(the main source of her trauma and mirroring when he hurt her) and she pins him up against the wall. She can choose to kill him.

She doesn’t. And it’s a culmination of her healing, that she moves on. She leaves Stephen behind. And he can’t accept that, so in the end, he causes his own death.

It’s beautiful because it’s clear Maleficent is a victim, it centers around her trauma and her healing. Maleficent choosing not to kill him isn’t that it’s bad to get back at Stephen, that he doesn’t deserve death, it’s about the fact that she doesn’t want anything to do with him. He’s irrelevant.

And there’s the fact that he suffers, which is nice to see. But his obsession is another post. As is the parallels between this movie because I could rave all night about that.

[libraryraccoon]

HEAR ME OUT ABOUT DIAVAL!READER

I just need somewhere to just write that and people need to hear me out on this : A MALE!Y/N BEING DIAVAL. THE REAL DIAVAL.

Like, yk Diaval in the movie ? That's him, but with a different apparence. He rename himself Y/N for people not recognized him as Diaval.

And one day, Aurora or Maleficent come and say something like "Oh ! Hey Diaval !" (If it's Aurora) or "Long time no see, Diaval." (If it's Maleficent). And I can just see everyone confused because Reader hide the fact he was Diaval and a crow (like he was in a human form, and people had only think he was a human in Diasomnia that know too much).

Also, I can see Crowley that is the real crow of the Evil Queen. And Y/N know he's the crow of the evil queen, and Crowley know he is Diaval. And it would just be akward in public between them, but in private ? I CALL THEM GOSSIPY BITCH-

And just imagine Crowley when he was the evil queen crow with no name, so Diaval found him the name Crowley, and for thanking him, Crowley give him the name Y/N. And years after, Diaval rename himself Y/N before going to the NRC and the evil queen crow rename himself Crowley before being the headmage of the NRC... THEY ARE BROTHERS OUR HONOR.

I also can see Diaval!Y/N scolding Crowley for making Yuu do all his work.

And in the theory Overblot!Crowley, I can just imagine Diaval!Y/N knowing something is wrong with Crowley and finding pretty quickly that Crowley is an overblotter, and (for the phantom!Grim theory) Grim being his phantom. I just know Diaval!Y/N will do all for protecting the children and the staff, he won't fight Crowley because he wasn't a threat (for now) and because he was his friend. And I know Diaval!Y/N will blame himself for Crowley overblot. I just know it.

And for Grim, even if he is a phantom, Diaval!Y/N will just act like if he was a normal child. He'll just watch him a little more closely than the others.

*Ahem*, yeah, just hear me out on crow of the queen!crowley and Diaval!Y/N and the NRC staff and students just being confused.

[allykakamatsu]

Twisted Hearts 1 Chapter 2: Tricks and Masters

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Story Summary: When an unknown incident lands the students of NRC in a strange new world, they have to travel across worlds to find each other as well as trying to vanquish the darkness. Sounds.... easier than most of what they've been through this school year at least, but nothing is ever that simple, and a pair or adopted siblings will once again find themselves at odds.

Chapter Summary: Barely escaping the Queen of Hearts with their heads on their necks, the groups attempts to breathe are interrupted by a powerful Heartless. Meanwhile at Hollow Bastion, Riku meets the other villains and fully realises what he's in the middle of.

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“Riddle, that was awesome, but what the hell is that thing?” Ace asks as I get a better look at Riddle’s new weapon, a red claymore with three claw shaped blades at the bottom with a handle surrounded by a thorny vine themes hand guard, and a vine pattern in the middle with the four card suits and a crown along it.

“I have no clue admittedly!,” Riddle answers, “I was just filled with this determination, like when I get angry usually but more… controlled I suppose, and I just felt something in front of me to grab, so I did, and next thing you know I have this thing! Surprisingly not that heavy given the size of it but this is quite bizarre!”

“What the he-!! That’s a Keyblade!!” Donald gasps in shock as he jumps into Riddle to get a better look.

“Three, two.” Cater counts down but before I can ask why I see Riddle’s face turning red over Donald climbing all over him and that tells me all I need to know.

“GET OFF OF ME!!!” Riddle screams as he throws Donald through the door out of Wonderland…. Okay.

“That’s one way to open the door.” I quip as I break the stunned silence as the rest of us run through.

“I always forget how strong Riddle-Senpai is even without his magic…” Deuce mumbles as we all make it to the safe side and we quickly close the door. That… was way too close-

“Guys, where’s Alice?” Goofy asks as he helps up Donald, prompting us to look around and, unfortunately she is missing, zooterkins.

“When was the last time anyone saw her?” Sora asks as he gets panicked.

“She was with us right as we ran away from the trial,” Cater answers, “the soldiers were still down for the count thanks to Riddle’s #brutal attack so I don’t think she got grabbed at least, so she probably just got separated from us and hid somewhere.”

“I’ll go back in and check to be safe.” I state as while Cater’s probably right I don’t want to risk it… but as I try to open the door it won’t budge?

“Wait, what?,” Trey asks as he tries the door as well but he doesn’t have any luck either, “that… that’s a problem-!!”

“Whoa-Trey!!” Riddle yelps as Trey pulls me and him to the ground right as it starts shaking?

“What now?!” Donald groans in frustration as everyone else gets onto the floor.

“Wait… this feels like what happened when that heartless showed up in Traverse Town-!,” Sora yelps before getting cut off by a… purple and pink heartless thing holding batons appearing?!, “Heartless!! Everyone, be careful!” 

“Aha, what the hell have we gotten ourselves into?” Cater asks with an uneasy laugh as we all square up for another fight.

“Anyone have a plan for this thing or are we just charging in?!” Trey asks as we all back up to avoid an attack.

“Get the darn batons away from it!! BLIZZARD!!!” Donald shouts before casting an ice spell at one of the batons.

“Sounds good to me!,” Ace agrees as he casts his own spell, “fire shot!” With that he fires the spell at the baton… only for the Heartless to not even flinch as the baton is set on fire, and it then lights up the other one before charging us again. Uh oh.

“ACE!!!!” Riddle and Deuce shout in frustration as we run away to get some distance and they both cast water spells at the Heartless. 

“Well excuse me for not knowing it could do that!!” Ace fires back as he casts a water spell this time.

“Argue later, for now let’s just try not to get burned al-!” I tell them before pushing Sora out of the way of a fire blast.

“Ah!! Thanks again Silver-! Watch out! FIRE!!” Sora thanks me before casting a fire spell at the Heartless which was about to whack us, and thankfully that doesn’t set anything else on fire and just stuns it enough for us to back off.

“Guess we’re even now huh, nice cast,” I compliment making Sora smile as I get an idea, “Riddle! We can use our keyblades to cast! Let’s try it so we don’t build up too much blot!”

“They can-?!,” Riddle asks as he barely dodges a fire blast from the Heartless before checking his pen, “well, I suppose it can’t hurt to try! On three!!”

“Right!,” I say as we line up to fire… which includes Riddle mounting his keyblade like a rocket launcher… okay then!, “one, two, three!!”

“FIRE!!!” We both shout as I feel the magic come out of the keyblade just as naturally as it would if I was using my pen, though I feel a tingling, slightly draining sensation instead of the usual mild blot accumulation, and the fire spell hits it’s target, as does Riddle’s though his is somewhat comically oversized, and it makes the Heartless fall to it’s very stretchy knees.

“Let’s get it fellas’!” Goofy shouts as we all use the chance to hit the Heartless as hard as we can with our weapons and spells, and it looks like it’s almost dead-

“DEUCE WHAT ARE YOU DOING-?!?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!” Ace screams as Deuce somehow throws Ace at the Heartless’s head, and that’s apparently enough to kill it as it dissolves into darkness, leaving behind it’s heart.

“That…. Is for lighting it’s weapons on fire… and making that more complicated…..” Deuce explains in between pants of exhaustion.

“Deuce, that was nice and Ace admittedly had it coming,” Cater tells him after we all recover from that attack, “and I know you said you wanted to be more like Rid’s, but I don’t think people throwing is the part you wanna emulate.”

“Wait, what?” Sora asks as everyone who wasn’t there for the incident looks confused.

“Long story short,” I explain, “on our first day, another one of our classmates touched Riddle’s hair cause he’d never seen anything that red before and he was curious without much care for personal space, and Riddle responded by setting collaring him with his unique magic, setting him on fire and throwing him across the room.”

“…..Wow, and you said Grim and ‘Zia caused a commotion on our first day, what they did is tame compared to that.” Ace quips as Riddle is looking embarrassed, Trey and Cater are hiding their laughter (though only the former is remotely successful at it) and everyone else stares in disbelief.

“I I In my defence, Floyd really shouldn’t of grabbed me like that, I I just panicked.” Riddle fires back once he’s mostly calmed down.

“Yeah, but,” Deuce adds, “well given how he is, no wonder Floyd-senpai doesn’t leave you alone now Riddle-senpai.”

“Teehee, you can say that again.” A new voice chimes in, and when I look up to see who it is, I see it’s a cat beastman about our age with purple hair, but notably the same type of tail as the cat who bought us time during the trial.

“Chen’ya!,” Trey shouts in surprised relief as all the Heartslaybul students eyes show some degree of recognition, “glad you made it out okay.”

“Ehe, gonna take more than an angry queen to pin me down,” Chen’ya assures him as he jumps down from the table with a bottle, “was eavesdropping during your introductions so I already know all your names, pleasure to meet you all. Sorry I couldn’t make it out sooner to help with whatever that unbirthday reject was, I was trying to figure out where in Wonderland Alice vanished off to.”

“Wait, she’s gone?!” Sora asks as the panic starts rising again.

“Yup,” Chen’ya admits, “she got split from you guys by some darkness stuff and ran into the lotus forrest, I ran after her, but after a few corner  turns she was gone. Checked the place from top to toe but no sign of her.”

“Oh for the love of the Queen…,” Riddle mumbles in frustration, “does anyone have any ideas what could’ve happened to her?”

“Darkness….,” Sora hums before looking worried, “she might of been sent to another world like Riku and Kairi were.”

“Great, another kid we have to keep our eyes peeled for.” Donald groans in frustration.

“Chen’ya, can you keep your eyes open for her just in case.” Trey asks as he goes into what I’ve heard Idia call ‘mom mode’.

“Will do,” he agrees before giving a slightly sassy smirk, “but since you asked me, I assume you’re all going together to look for her and little Sora’s friends?”

“Hey!! I’m not that short!” Sora refutes with a pout which gets a snigger out of Ace.

“And to answer, unless someone wants to stay back as well I believe we are,” Riddle replies, “if nothing else I’m going, Liddell-san was in this mess with me, I feel obligated to at least ensure she makes it out of this.”

“Well, if you’re going, then you can count us in too Rids,” Cater adds with his usual smile, “right guys?”

“Right, Heartslaybul’s gotta stick together!” Deuce adds with an eager expression with Trey and Ace also nodding in agreement, though the latter does so a bit awkwardly. Heh, I heard about how rough things were for them on the first week of school, it’s nice to see them getting along a lot better now-

“Um, guys, what’s that?” I ask as I point back to the wonderland door… where a glowing keyhole has appeared in the already existing Keyhole…. Okay then?

“That’s the Keyhole!,” Donald explains as he and Goofy look both relieved and excited, “once we seal that the Heartless shouldn’t be bothering this world anymore!”

“Alright then!,” Sora says eagerly as he pulls out his Keyblade a bit awkwardly, “so, how do I close it-! Whoa!!”

“Like that apparently.” Ace quips as a laser beam fires out of the Keyblade and goes into the keyhole, making it vanish.

“I see, so the world trotting is also for a good cause, all the more reason to tag along then,” Riddle says likely thinking out loud before turning back to Chen’ya, “will you be alright on your own?”

“I’ll be fine, plus if I get bored I can probably figure out how to catch up,” Chen’ya replies, “but you’d better not forget about me while you’re gone.”

“Aha, I’d think I’ll be dead before I ever forget about you.” Trey assures him with a laugh which the cat beastman returns before vanishing.

“Do you really think he’d be able to world travel and find us?” Goofy asks as he takes a sip from the bottle Chen’ya left for us and it turns him back to his normal height.

“If it was anyone else I’d doubt it, but underestimating Chen’ya is a plan that usually just leads to getting jump-scared.” Riddle answers as he drinks up next and we all pass around the bottle and drink up, but as we are I can’t help but think. 

It’s nice to have some back up, but this world hasn’t given me any leads on Father, Malleus or Sebek, and now we have to find Alice in addition to them and Sora’s friends. We managed to do some good while we were here but, I hope wherever we go next is a bit more fruitful in our search.

POV Switch, Riku:

“Come along now, we can’t be late.” Malleus says as he ‘leads’ (though it’s more accurate to say he’s all but dragging) me into the meeting room, and honestly, while this will probably be hell in it’s own way, I’ll take whatever is gonna happen in here compared to being trapped in a tiny bedroom with Malleus asking me way too many questions to ‘jog my memory’.

“Right, sorry.” I tell the insane dragon to placate him as we walk in, and the first thing I notice is the door we came in from is the only way in, so unless I learn how to teleport out of nowhere getting out is going to be easier said than done, though probably still easier than leaving the bedroom with Malleus inside it.

The other thing is the meetings attendants themselves. There’s… well there’s a woman with octopus limbs where her legs should be, a living sack, a guy who looks like he was ripped straight out of one of Sora’s pirate books, a guy with blue skin and his hair on fire, a tall man wearing a style of clothing I’ve never seen before, and what I assume is a teenage boy with his hood pulled up so much I can’t see his eyes who is desperately trying to not look at something.

“Hmph, I was wondering when you were going to arrive.” The tall man says as Malleus takes his seat at the table and I’m somewhat dragged into sitting on his lap.

“Apologise for the delay, I had to get reacquainted with my missing brother after all these years.” Malleus explains, putting all eyes in the room squarely on me, great…. Wait…. The boy looked shocked when he saw me but then he I think looked up and tensed? What in the world is going on?

“Ha, if I known it was bring your pet to work day I would’ve brought my poopsies,” the octopus woman says with a chuckle, “maybe even those dears who follow me around like lost sea puppies.”

“Don’t tempt me Ursula, if I bring in my little squad this whole castle will get trashed.” The sack man adds with a slightly sadistic laugh, and I notice the boy flinch and desperately try to shuffle away. Ah, so he’s trying to not look at the sack man, got it.

“I believe we were told that we weren’t allowed to bring anyone?” The pirate points out with a grimace, either he’s annoyed by the rule breaking or the fact he wasn’t allowed bring someone. Either way, he’s a mood because I am very annoyed by this entire situation. That and terrified but I won’t give the universe the satisfaction of admitting that.

“Riku is a guest of myself and Malleus, and Jaffar’s little assistant is fully joining us, so exceptions have been made,” Maleficent explains as she teleports in, “now then, I have called you all in for a specific reason.”

“Yeah yeah, can you make it quick, my plan to kill Wonderboy is almost ready and I’d rather get on it-!,” the fire man says dismissively but becomes annoyed when he barely dodges a lightning blast from Malleus (escape is becoming a bigger mess by the minute), “hey!! What’s the big idea?!”

“How unbefitting behaviour for a member of the Seven,” Malleus sighs before turning back to Maleficent, “continue, auntie.”

“Thank you dear,” Maleficent replies before getting focused, “while things are progressing smoothly, a hiccup has occurred. The Kingdom Key has been claimed, and the one who’s wielding it is travelling the worlds, which may be a problem.” With that she summons I guess a magic picture to show what she’s talking about-!!

“Sora!!” I shout involuntarily as I see my friend on the table, and while I slink back into my seat when everyone starts staring at me, I let out a massive sigh of relief as I do. Sora’s alright, thank goodness, and with how much he and Kairi stick together like glue she’s probably alright too. That’s the first good news I’ve gotten since I’ve got here, but by the sounds of it he could be in trouble now that these weirdos might be going after him. Hopefully he’ll be fine for a bit but this is all the more reason to get out of here.

“So, you all called us here so we knew who to gun for?” Sack man asks and even with the lack of proper eyes I can tell his intent is murderous. Sora please don’t run into these guys before I find you idiot….

“Primarily,” Maleficent admits before smirking, “though it was also to give you all an update on our plan.” Before anyone can ask what she means, she snaps her fingers and a blonde girl who’s even younger than Sora and Kairi appears.

“What…. Where am I…? This isn’t Wonderland! Who are you people?!” The girl asks extremely confused and panicked, but no one answers as everyone is now smirking, save for the boy who looks at me and even with his eyes covered I can tell he’s concerned about whatever is about to happen.

“Another Princess found,” the tall man who I think is Jaffar says with a smirk, “I believe that means there’s only two more to go, Jasmine and whoever the last one ends up being.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it ends up being that damned Peter Pan’s little friend, or a certain someone’s ditz of a princess.” The pirate chimes in which makes the octopus sigh in agreement.

“Regardless, let’s deal with the one we have right now,” Maleficent says as she grips the panicked girls arm, “my dear, as always.”

“Of course,” Malleus agrees as he sits up and leaves me in the chair, “I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, what are you going to do to her?” I ask getting very tense and ignoring the sacks comments about me being Malleus’s baby.

“Just what we need to, don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Malleus answers as he starts casting a spell, which does nothing to lessen my panic and evidently the same is true for the girl as she starts trying to squirm away.

“Let me go, let me go!!” She shouts as she tries to get out but it’s not working, and…. Fuck it.

“No!! I don’t know what you’re doing but you’re going to hurt her!” I shout as I jump out of my seat and grab onto the spell arm to try make him stop. Is this dumb, yes, but it’s not the dumbest thing I’ve done in the past twenty four hours, and at least in this case the only one I can hurt is myself-!! OW!!

“Jeez, got a real beacon of heroism there.” The fire man quips as I pull myself off the floor after receiving a slap from a very angry looking Maleficent, oh boy.…

“What… what the hell is going on?” The hooded boy asks, finally speaking, with a tone of confusion and dread and that makes Malleus give him a look of shocked recognition. Great, now someone else is going to be dragged into this mess.

“Boy don’t cause a scene, you don’t want to end up like that fool.” Jaffar tells the boy with a hiss as I try to stop whatever the hell this is, but I… can’t move?! What the- shit Maleficent’s using a spell to keep me in place this is bad! Um, is there anything I can throw?!

“And to answer your question Viper-san,” Malleus replies as he turns back to the now trembling girl, “we need the hearts of the Seven Princesses of Heart to complete our plan, so I’m just adding the next one to the set.”

“Her heart- WAIT!!!” I shout as I try to process what’s happening, but before the words even fully register in my brain Malleus puts his spell hand on the girls chest, making a crystal like heart appear which Maleficent grabs right as the girl falls over.

“What… what… what the hell did you do to her?!?!” I shout as I try to get out of this spell. They… they just killed a child… how…. How could they…?!?! I’m… I’m going to kill them-!!

“Apologise for my brother, he’s always had a good heart and this isn’t an easy thing to see.” Malleus apologises as I see that I somehow broke free, but now I’m stunned on the floor…. My hands are also faintly glowing a wispy purple which great, this is even worse somehow…

“It’s alright dear,” Maleficent says with an exasperated sigh directed at me, “but bring him back to your room for now so he doesn’t cause any more scenes. Now, where were we?”

With that Malleus picks me up and takes me out of the room, and I try to move, or even say anything, but I just can’t, and the last thing I see before everything goes black is the boy, Viper, looking in my direction with concern as he tries to move the girls body.

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[ginnyrules27]

Okay so in Rise of Red, after Uliana gets transformed into a flamingo and chases down Bridget and Ella, it's clear that Hook and Morgie run after Uliana first and Hades and Maleficent bring up the rear as they casually saunter after them, holding hands.

HOW IS IT THEN POSSIBLE FOR MALEFICENT AND HOOK TO CUT BRIDGET OFF WHEN SHE WAS TRYING TO GO THROUGH THE ENTRANCE?

I know it's a weird thing to focus on but I do, and now I need answers!

[lilacs-stars]

shorter vs long fics

so for my upcoming works, I was wondering if people would prefer one-piece, longer fics (like 8-10k+ words, or more), or for me to break those longer fics down into two or three separate parts (3-7k words for each).

I usually feel like keeping it as one thing tends to fit the story more and having two different parts can make things a bit of a hassle for the reader, but I don’t want to overwhelm people with a lot of writing all at once and deter them from reading. so, please tell me what you think! I’ll probably stick to whichever result wins from now on.

[rikas-things]

Malleus' Dorm SSR vignette gave me stomach pain.

I'm serious.

*Ahem*. Help, everyone I mean hello. Hello, everyone . Welcome to my blog thingy.

I just wanna start off saying this is probably the first time I've actually felt this strongly about a vignette of all things. Irrationally so. I've been so bothered about it that it's made it hard for me to sleep. Yes. I swear I'm not joking. 🫩

I went to bed at like 2 in the morning last night from thinking about it. Because, well, the way it's structured is just...so bizarre?

Um, let me put in some ground work first. Most vignettes are just random tidbits or lore of a character that while it won't really impact a story, could give you better insight and even better understand how a character views things in different settings.

And what's special about a vignette compared to an event story, there's no rush for the character to have their moment, they don't have to fight over the spotlight to get a funny or cute or interesting moment.

Usually.

What's especially special about an SSR vignette is that it has three acts as opposed to just one or two, so that you can get a more fleshed out story to better immerse yourself with your favorite character.

Again, usually.

This did not happen in Malleus' Dorm SSR vignette. What happened was-

🧐

Why isn't he the first person to pop up in his own vignette??

Why would they make the card centering around-no, no, Rika. You must endure. Maybe there's an interesting point that comes after this.

Part Two

Okay, so we FINALLY get in Diasomnia Dorm and Lilia and Malleus talk about Malleus' reason for being unable to attend the dorm meetings, which, in all seriousness, develop more questions than answers.

1) If Malleus is THIS sheltered, what measures did Lilia try to enact to combat this once he got out of Briar Valley?

2) If Malleus' phone (his only means of communication apparently) was constantly getting damaged that easily, why didn't Lilia try and talk with the Headmage about creating an earpiece specifically designed for him?

3) If Malleus' absence was this much of an issue, why didn't the Headmage do something about it already?

Ig you could say that the last part was simply that the Headmage didn't feel like it and/or didn't think it was SO important that one of the strongest mages in existence to attend a meeting-or that Malleus somehow has so little presence that he simply forgot Malleus altogether (he tends to do the latter a lot, which is very 🤔)

....

....What?

Why did Lilia say this?

And why wasn't that very comment acknowledged by Malleus, or hell, even Lilia (not like, in the moment, I mean like, at all, like at least as an acknowledgement of his own behavior in how it affected Malleus)

...More on acknowledgement of lines later.

I'm sorry but I'm a little worried about just how much he lashes out at Malleus here?? It also feels a little hypocritical that Lilia comments about Malleus "breaking a phone every time he gets mad" when Lilia LITERALLY GAVE IT TO HIM AFTER THEY JUST DISCUSSED MALLEUS' PENCHANT FOR BREAKING THINGS ON ACCIDENT??

*Ahem*

And then it FINALLY gives us something vaguely resembling lore through Malleus talking about how humans fear "creatures of the night", referring to the nocturnal fae.

And then it starts to get to something interesting!!

[supercalime]

Girl who’s too old for DCOMs talks about Descendants Rise of Red for way too long:

- Literally no joke, I’m a firm believer that this is the best descendants movie and I wish we could’ve followed this story since the beginning

- im so so happy that they had a much bigger budget! This franchise really needs big set pieces, a lot of CGI, costumes that look expensive and a cast that can actually act, so it paid off

- ok so I’m gonna highlight a few things, let’s go

- I was really shocked they killed Carlos off (for obvious reasons, my respects to Cameron), as this franchise is for younger kids and dumbs down a lot of things. China’s delivery and her tears made me very emotional. Which is no surprise as she carried the other 2 movies she was in on her back

- Red is a very likable protagonist but some choices made for her character were boring. She’s not really looking for approval from her mom and she clearly has a good head on her shoulders so I don’t see the reason of having the “fake outs” that she will actually sentence someone to death but again, kids movie

- we only got one and a half scene of Maddox but I already love him

- Rita Ora and Brandy ate and left no crumbs. They play queens because they are queens

- after the reveal that there was a prank that turned the QOH evil, I expected that Cinderella had something to do with it (more of that later)

- I did cringe a little on how much rapping/sing-talking there was. If you want that hire Lin Manuel Miranda

- I’ll forever be bitter that Disney flipped Kenny Ortega off and stabbed him in the back, but that being said, Jennifer Phang couldn’t have done it better. She knew how to work with the script and the budget. Although some of the photography and choreography felt a bit weird

- it was certainly a choice that young Bridget looks nothing like her older self. Specially um…skin tone wise. There’s some implications I won’t get into

- im very surprised on how little we saw of the supporting characters. I thought Aladdin, Jasmine and Fay were going to be more prominent. And poor zellie (btw stupid name, just use Rapunzel)! Who got cut out of the movie completely!

- Aladdin and Jasmine were absolutely adorable!

- uliana and the other villains were fun antagonists. They were what I expected so I don’t really have notes.

- it probably has something to do with the IP but I don’t see why not have Uli just be Ursula but whatever

- I do appreciate that this installment finally made clear of what the lore is. We finally got confirmation that this universe isn’t a sequel to the movies, which was very confusing in the first 3

- this is gonna sound horrible but. Im so glad they committed to killing Cinderella. I do wish they had done that before Chloe and Red time travelled to give Chloe more motivation. In fact I’m very happy that this movie was darker than the other. Disney animated movies always had a lot of death so this feels closer to them than the other 3 ever did

- Now onto me thinking Ella was in on the prank, this will be long: the movie has third act issues and it was very anti climatic, which even led me to believe there was going to be a twist until I saw there were like 5 mins left. Anyway, when Cinderella told the QOH “it was just a prank and that was so long ago” I was convinced she had been involved, so I was looking out for it. I was reading into every expression Ella’s actress had and thought I saw that she was pretending to be Bridget’s friend to get out of her abusive home. I thought that it would’ve been revealed that when the prank was done, she’d maybe just do nothing and leave Bridget helpless because she was afraid that if she did help, she’d never be like the other princesses or something. It would’ve been so cool to see Chloe’s view of her mom shatter, as she only knew her as this benevolent queen who’s only kind and perfect.

- obviously none of that happened and the climax felt really flat. We should’ve seen the dance in the beginning of the movie, not knowing who the characters were, then we go to the present, then once the time travel happens, we don’t spend as much time before the dance and we get the dance a little before the third act and see a few of the things play out. Like Ella and charming falling in love, or even Fay giving her the dress and shoes before, and a Carrie like scene of the prank almost happening that is stopped by Red and Chloe. Then back to the present and a BIG ENDING MUSICAL NUMBER!

- All that being said, I hope we get more sequels. I think it would be cool to see this as more of an anthology thing, following different protagonists so the stories don’t feel too stuck into a few characters. Also Disney, cmon. You’re a streaming site now, let’s get some cannon queer characters please

[abysswalkersknight]

Just did a practise picture and drabble with my last idea with malleus and little Silver, since I wanted to try my hand at some fluff and comedy.

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Humans are so fragile, Malleus thinks brushing a knuckle over the soft cheek of Lilia’s slumbering child. It had only been a mere eight years since his guardian had introduced Malleus to the sweet little bundle nestled in his arms, and to the old general’s delight, the prince was enraptured at first sight, feeling those tiny fingers, delicate as they were, gripping his own one with such considerable strength. Malleus had decided then and there that with Lilia’s permission he would also take part in caring for this adorable creature. Which brings them to now as little Silver slept, curling into the thickest blanket Malleus could find. It was the middle of winter and Lilia had to go run some errands so Malleus was left to babysit the little human. He frowned as he felt Silver’s cheek and forehead, the child was far too cold for his liking! So with the elegant grace of someone who had to endure torturous hours of royal etiquette lessons, Malleus swept up the child onto his lap in a firm hold, thankfully Silver didn’t stir and instead snuggled closer to the prince’s chest.

This is still too cold for human children! It would be terrible if Silver caught a cold, Malleus had read all about the dangers of human illnesses, first it could be just a slight fever and runny nose then all of a sudden it could turn into something called pneumonia! The books said that it's fatal to humans and if the adults die from it, of course their offspring will have higher chances! 

Subconsciously Malleus’s arms tightened around the child oblivious to his spiralling thoughts. No, he thinks, no way was this child falling sick on his watch, but instead of lighting the fireplace like any rational person the prince picked up Silver once more in his arms and disappeared in a display of little green lights.

‘Malleus Draconia!’ Lilia stormed into the prince’s chambers with a flurry of rage and exasperation. When the castle guards and servants caught sight of the angry general they knew better than to block his path, some of the older guards winced in sympathy for the young prince. They recalled the past incidents when the princess and her husband recently had their egg, and knew very well what was about to happen.

Right now Lilia is hushed by the giant dragon who points down to the little human child nestled into his scaly arm, Silver stirs slightly then settles and nuzzles closer to the warmth, the dragon rumbles and snuffles the child until satisfied that he is settled.

The older fae glared up at the dragon with all the confidence of someone who had seen centuries worth of horrors and the irritation of a parent, ‘Malleus, why did you nab my child. Again?’ the dragon hissed angrily, arching his neck back like a broody chicken. This was not the first time Lilia has had to deal with something like this, sometimes he almost regrets presenting his son to Malleus as the prince has immediately taken to stealing the child whenever it was slightly colder than usual, and it takes Lilia forever to get him back so he could have dinner, not to mention he almost never leaves unscathed. 

He’s just like his father. He begrudgingly recalls. Back when his friends were alive, Lilia would sometimes be sent to retrieve something from the egg’s nursery and it was an absolute nightmare whenever it was Leven’s “turn” to have the egg. It would be just like now, the big oaf would be in his dragon form, curling around the egg and snapping at anyone who dared go near, really Lilia and Mallenoa would always compare him to a brooding chicken, the princess; with affection, Lilia; seven’s damn it, just let him do his job!

Thankfully this just means he knew just the thing for a situation like this. 

‘Malleus give me back Silver, oooorrrr I get the broom’ he says moving closer. The prince hissed again and puffed smoke from his nostrils, his three pointed tail suddenly sweeps up and batted at Lilia until he backed away ‘alright that was just plain rude’ with a flick of his fingers a broom flew into his hand, the dragon snaps at him and he smacks the narrow snout with the end of it ‘I did say I’d get the broom out didn’t I?’ the dragon hisses once again.

Lilia sighed, so this was going to be one of those days wasn’t it.

After a few hours of scrappy cat fights, and a certain dragon getting a broom shoved up his nose, a roughed up Lilia had his son burying his sleepy face in his face and a dejected prince following behind, occasionally blowing his nose.