#also frollo can choke
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Ivy’s deathwish in Dead Beauty AU. The chapter needs to continue, but, yeah. Posting what I’ve got now.
Ivy sits still (too still) with her head laid on top of Claudine’s and the smoke curls around them.
She doesn’t breathe it in, not for several long seconds, not until her lungs decide to cooperate again; then she breathes it in, coughing immediately after.
How embarrassing this is, Ivy de Vil choking on smoke.
„You okay?“ Claudine has the damn audacity to pull away and ask that.
Are you okay?
Did the Hell freeze over?
Did mould jeans actually go back into fashion again?
„Obviously,“ Ivy says, turning her nose up and drawing Claudine close again, before her muscles inevitably lock up, „Never been better.“
„Just checking, you know, with all the alcohol and poison,“ Claudine breathes more smoke into the air and Ivy would love to answer, she really would–
Would she though?
When she can move again, she just slowly stretches out her hand and fingers, watching the light dance on her red nails: She’s got a new manicure, got it done just yesterday. It’s flawless now, bringing her comfort.
She decides she’s fine now, can push herself for a bit more time before she gets the antidote.
Even if she isn’t actually sure how much strychnine she has had, how much time it was since, what with Harry Hook being such a distraction–
It’s his turn now, and she hopes he will come up with something fun.
She also feels like she should tell her youngest cousin what’s going on – right after she yells at him for coming back, and for coming back and not telling her immediately, not necessarily in that order, and, yeah. For that, he can wait a bit.
If he wanted to know, he should have just come to see her.
Ivy steals Claudine’s cigarette to drag a breath from it while her body isn’t being a joy-killing bitch, and here, fuck that–
Claudine has to forcibly take the lit cigarette from her locked up fingers, lest the hot embers fall down her cleavage, and oh no what a shame would that be–
„I wasn’t done with that yet,“ Ivy complains as soon as she can move again, ignoring the way Claudine lifts her eyebrow at her, the way her lips curl.
„Weren’t done with that, I’m sure–“
„Hey,“ Diego, that poor excuse of a cousin, so very rudely interrupts them, „What’s up?“
Ivy is unsure whom she should try to kill with her glare first, as Claudine answers that oh, yeah, don’t worry, she’s just, y’know, actively dying, and all that.
Ivy will have you know she has it completely and utterly under control, thank you very much.
„Harry Hook was there,“ she tells him, „We played Russian Roulette.“
„Of fucking course it was a Hook–“ he mutters, as if he didn’t sleep with the Beauty’s Captain any chance he gets, fucking hypocrite, and, „Did you win or lose?“
Ivy turns her nose up: „Yes,“ she informs him.
„Stupid bitch.“
She tries to show him the middle finger, but just manages to lock herself in a spasm again, damn it–
„Claudine, go get her the antidote – Auntie’s sleeping pills, she’s keeping them in her bedside table, second drawer,“ he commands, as if he had any fucking right to order around her Claudine–
„Fuck you, Diego,“ she spits out as soon as she can, „Fuck you.“
Then she turns to Claudine, quickly getting her tone under control, speaking sweeter and angling herself just so: „Could you go get it, sweetheart? She moved it to the first drawer.“
It is probably getting just a bit too late, she supposes.
„…Fine,“ sighs out Claudine, „For you.“
She gets up and extinguishes the cigarette on an ashtray and Ivy mourns the loss almost immediately.
She chooses to glare at Diego, what with his annoying insistence on not dying and stuff.
Claudine walks round Diego, who leans on the doorframe with his hands crossed, and as soon as she’s out of earshot, he asks: „Really? Hook? And Frollo – why are you still so hung up on her, anyway?“
Ivy chooses to not-hear the second answer, and instead spits out: „Oh, so this is how it is?! When you sleep with a Hook, it’s okay, but if I do it, I’m suicidal and danger to myself?!“
„Yes! Ivy, they are dangerous, and fuck, look at yourself–“
She manages to throw the glass at him before she spasms again – he dodges, that fucker, and comes help her into a safer position.
Gods, sometimes she really hates him.
„Look at yourself too,“ she says when she can breathe again, ignoring the way her hands can’t seem to stop shaking, and the way Diego takes them into his, „Your throat is still bruised, and how long was it? A week?“
„Two.“
„You looked like she tried to rip out your throat with her teeth.“
He smirks, that bastard; „Pretty sure she did try that, yeah–“
And that’s how Claudine finds them, laughing because there is nothing else to do, because they are just two lost cases anyway, because the de Vils have reached Hell and yet they keep on sinking.
And yet, Ivy lets Claudine force–feed her the pill.
#disney descendants#claudine frollo#ivy de vil#diego de vil#dead beauty au#poisoning#substance abuse
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AAAA YES!
I’m doing both levels!
Level A:
1. So I either have someone who’s constantly stealing my money or someone who may poison me…I love Jafar’s sass and style, but with Yzma I could also have Kronk… Plus the poison may not even work and I’ll just end up turning some sort of animal. So I’ll go with Yzma!
2. The Spindle is an immediate death while the Apple is a choking death, so spindle me away!
3. Hades. Ain’t no way I’m going with Frollo
4. Owe Sykes a favor, he’s very serious about money
5. Scar, I feel like he isn’t really all that great at fighting. He’s all skin and bones lol
6. Lock, Shock, and Barrel. Brutus and Nero would probably eat me at some point, at least it’ll be fun with them!
Level B:
1: Shere Khan is much more alert even in his sleep, I ain’t messing with a tiger! I can maneuver through Kaa’s coils any day! Im too dumb to be hypnotized
2. Frollo is just too creepy for me, even if he is self centered, at least Gaston would treat me with nice things. So yeah, Gaston
3. I am NOT crawling through tiny tide pool holes no no no NO. Cruella any and every day!
4. Ok, I’m going with Silver and Scroop because I’ve always wanted to hug Silver!! Idc if Scroop might kill me, I’m getting the Captain’s hug
5. Hook’s crew, the aren’t the brightest of goons so I think I have a good chance at getting away at some point.
6. Omg I would definitely take Facilier, he’s more of my kind of style and type. Even though I’m a huge MILF lover, Gothel is someone I’d rather not see in the night.
7. Clayton. At least I won’t get thrown off an air balloon when push comes to shove. Plus he’s very persuasive in the nice British voice~
YAY! XD
2. OH you have a really good point there, I'm copying your answer XDD
5. So right! XD Remember, as far as brains go- he got the lions share (;
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Too dumb!!!??? We've talked plenty a times now, and I consider you to be a VERY intelligent individual!! I'm honestly so jealous at how creative the concepts you come up with are!! ^^ Besides that though- great answer! XD I wouldn't mess with Shere Khan either haha
3. I'm with you there 😅😅
4. SAME!! Silver looks like he gives amazing hugs, even with the metal arm!! I feel that one hug from him would for sure just fix everything XDD
6. Oh lord yeah, Gothel's terrifying XDD
7. Yeahhhh... ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Thank you so much for answering!! I really hope you had a good time thinking about them! :D XD
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My reactions and thoughts on @stargirl1331 playlist!
This took so long, I'm so sorry, but I really wanted to review every single song there. My favorites are in bold but like, all of them are so so great.
where did the sun go? by Lor: Such a cool song, wish it was longer <3
Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage: Ohhhh I love the cover, so pretty. The lyrics are so good: “With his beak he tries to soothe me/He makes me feel that I belong”, such a cool cool metaphor. The instrumental is so jahfkajskajd.
Welcome Home by Radical Face: It sounds so pretty, the lyrics are so warm(? I can only describe them as warm, I'm not really good at describing feelings, lmao.
Breezeblocks by alt-J: I used to listen to this song a lot in 2020!! It's so nostalgic. It might be that my english kinda sucked back then so I didn't fully understand them but I don't remember the lyrics being this good!?? Hello?? Also, the last minute of the song? ABSOLUTE BANGER- PLEASE DON'T GOOOO I'LL EAT YOU WHOLE I LOVE YOU SOOOOO.
Choice by Jack Stauber's Micropop: JACK!!!! I love this man, he's so artsy. His music videos are so akkskakdkq.
The Hand That Feeds by The Crane Wives: I love the title of this one, it's the same as one of Nine Inch Nails songs (they're nothing alike, just the title). Cool guitar. Pretty voice. Ok, this one is so so cool. The lyrics. THE VOICE. THE LYRICS!!!! “He taught me that the hand that feeds/Deserves to be bitten when it beats” AAAAAAAAAAAA Directly to my liked songs.
It's Alright by Mother Mother: Hey, my sister likes this song!! I love the lyrics :)
Vagabond by MisterWives: A pretty cover!!!! She has such a cool voice. I like it, it has a very cheerful tone but the lyrics are so deep and I love them.
Choke by IDK HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME: Another song I know!! I really like it. The lyrics, the beat, the vibes, everything.
It's Okay (To Punch Nazis) by Cheap Perfume: Say it louder for the people in the back!
Always Forever by Cults: This one's so nice to the ear. It reminds me in a way of Mars Argo music: not so healthy lyrics and cute sounding melodies and voices.
notre dame by Paris Paloma: The art on the cover is so pretty and nice, I love it. It sounds so soft, kinda comforting, and the lyrics are amazing and beautiful and amazing. It gives Claudine Frollo vibes.
Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths: A 7-minute song!!! I love long songs!! The lyrics are so beautiful and sad, yet so important. The french lyrics with the violin in the background parts sound so good, no idea what the man's saying tho.
Tip Toes by half•alive: THIS SONG IS SO GOOD!?!? I LOVE IT
Burning Pile by Mother Mother: One of my sister's favorites, they're a really cool band and have great instrumentals and build ups!!
Never Love an Anchor by The CraneWives: COYOTE STORIES!!! A SHIP LOVING AN ANCHOR!!!! HER CLUMSY HANDS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Alien Blues by Vundabar: Another of my 2020 favorites! I truly don't know why I stopped listening to it because it's great “My teeth are yellow, hello world/Would you like me a little better if they were white like yours?” AAAAAAAAAA such a good song
Which Witch by Florence + The Machine: I love the way this woman sings!! Such a powerful voice and a great beat too! I think my sister likes her? I've definitely seen her in one or two of her playlists. I'm sending her this playlist because I feel like she would like it.
Inheritance by The Last Bison: Cool instrumental!! Don't have much to say about it, my strength is lyrics, but it sounds amazing!
still feel. by half•alive: This song feels familiar?? Don't think I've ever listened to it, tho?? Love the beat, great vibe and just really danceable.
the fruits by Paris Paloma: RELIGIOUS IMAGERY!!!! THE ORIGINAL SIN!!!! THE WASHING FEET REFERENCE!!! THEY EAT HER BODY LIKE THEY EAT JESUS'S!!! AAAAAA THIS ONE IS SO AWESOME!!!
Little Dark Age by MGMT: I already knew this one, I love it. It is so akjdlakfkskd.
Burn Your Village by Kiki Rockwell: IT IS SO GOOD!!?!? Same vibes as some of The Buttress songs. I'm. In. Love.
Abbey by Mitski: Best song of the century.
Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men: QKSJJQEJQJDKQKKE THE LYRICS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Dante's Inferno by Whirlybird: Is this my favorite because it uses my name? Maybe... Is it still a good song? Absolutely. Also “the boy who's married to the fire” kakdjajdjakd.
Home by Dotan: I love the drums. THE BUILD UP!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA It sounds so good. The chorus is so jandladjkaakska.
Sunlight by Hozier: “I had been lost to you, sunlight/And flew like a moth to you, sunlight/Oh, your love is sunlight” “A soul that's born in cold and rain/Knows sunlight” AAAAAAAAAAAAA LOVE IS SUNLIGHT!!! LOVE IS SUNLIGHT!! I swear I'm normal about this, not weird at all, a normal human being normal :)
Fourth of July by Valleyheart: A cover of one of my favorite Sufjan Stevens songs!!! It sounds amazing, definitely not as sad as the original (I don't think anything can be as sad as that song) but it's still really REALLY painful. Love the drums.
Apricots by Findlay: Her voice and the instrumental are so lakdkajskaksma. It has a spooky vibe in it, kinda like something that a character in The Nightmare Before Christmas would sing.
Gasoline by Halsey: *2017 flashbacks* Such a cool fucking song. God, I haven't heard this in so long.
Indian Moon by State Radio and Chadwick Stokes: He has such a pretty voice, it's so calm and the lyrics so sweet.
Millie, Warm the Kittle - Dorm Demo by Rabbitology: I love the artist name, so silly :) Oh, the song is so- wow, the instrumental is great, dude. The layers here are sooooo.
Something About You by Eyedress and Dent May: she looks just like a dreamm, the prettiest girl I've ever seeeeen, from the cover of a magazineeeee. A cute song.
Violet by Wild Party: It sounds like a series intro (that's a good thing). The lyrics are so nice, flowers :)
Fall by half•alive: I feel like I'm sounding repetitive at this point but I love the lyrics!!! The instrumental is great!!!!! I just love all to songs in this playlist <3333
Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears: 80s song!!! I love this one. Y'know when you're nostalgic about stuff you never experienced? That's me with the 80s and 90s, this song externalizes that feeling for me.
Foxcry - Dorm Demo by Rabbitology: I'm loving the way this woman produces her song, they are so aksknadnjandna. THE LYRICS!!!!!!! My GOD.
Devil Town by Cavetown: My sister LOVES this song, it's so awesome. The lyrics <3
Saint Bernard by Lincoln: This gives midwest emo but there's no instrumentals and it isn't loud so it feels so odd. Ok, this one hits close to home. Well, at least I didn't went to a catholic school. Saint Bernard as both the dog and the saint it's quite funny.
Ticking by TIN: This remained me of the animation memes, lmao. WAIT- THERE'S WHERE I REMEMBER THE STILL FEEL SONG FROM- ANIMATION MEMES.
Dear Arkansas Daugther by Lady Lamb: The lyrics are my favorite ever <3
Hungry by Dotan: Got distracted, didn't pay attention to the lyrics but it was so calm and nice :)
Cryptid (Mothman) by Ratwyfe: Hehe, rat name :) I kinda relate, I don't hate my body I just don't wanna be human. Idk why, maybe is my alter-human fascination maybe it's my reality disconnection, who knows.
Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives: I love the lyrics! They remind me of Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski but I think it's because everything is a Mitski reference to me.
Washing Machine Heart by Mitski: Speaking of Mitski. I love this one, it has such cool metaphors and the music video is so AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Love her :)
CANDLEBURN - Dorm Demo by Rabbitology: I already know I'm about to listen to the craziest song ever. I'm serious, this woman's production is INSANE. Yep, I was right. “They'll put an apple in your hand, but don't you dare bite it/A match and wick but don't you dare light it” OQJIQJDKWNFKN
Second Child, Restless Child by The Oh Hellos: THE PARABLE OF THE PRODIGAL SON AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Don't you just love it when religious bands make songs about religion? So crazy.
Cocaine Jesus by Rainbow Kitten Surprise: I love their voices and how they match so well with each other. This song weirdly reminds me of The Front Bottoms. The religion-love-faith thing happening here is soooooo, he stopped believing in God=he stopped believing in their love and stopped having faith in things getting better between each other.
Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil: This one is so personal to me. It's a beautiful song but I'm kinda sad now.
Willow Tree March by The Paper Kites: Such a pretty and calm song.
yeti by Paris Paloma and Old Sea Brigade: I left this one to the end because it's the last one you added :) Ok, so this is a sad song. The lyrics are so beautiful but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
#this was so fun :)#thanks for the amazing music c#i'll listen to this playlist till the end of times#love ya <3#c tag#music
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do I wanna f/o Quasimodo????? idk maybe
#plwtonicwlly or romantically who knows lets roll the dice and see what i end up drawing#*platonically#AEUGHGH#anyway#he's just so precious and kind and deserves so much love you guys ;-;#idk i have so many string feelings abt this boy 😭#also frollo can choke#bees self ships
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disney villain and henchmen randomness:
made this for @slashingdisneypasta
all of these are random things I thought the villains and henchmen would be like, I hope you like them
also I censored cussing that was text, but if you go to the video links there will be cussing so be warned, also if you watch the video’s imagine the Disney villain or henchmen are those people in the videos:
1.
Panic, kronk, lefou, Reuben, Kaa, Joanna, and fidget: “eating a cinnamon bun each”
The other henchmen: cannibalism/cannibals…
Panic, kronk, lefou, Reuben, Kaa, Joanna, and fidget: ? “Heard that and don’t get it why their being called cannibals”
(they are cinnamon rolls and must be protected)
2.
Diablo: you insufferable, reprehensible, deplorable, vermin
Goon 1 (the pig like one): wha?
Goon 2 (bird like one): it’s aristocratic talk for “f$#% off dips$#%$”
3.
Horus: you’re full of s$#%.
Iago: my overall personality or my dishonesty?
4.
Banzai: ED! Don’t run with sharp rocks!
Banzai: “hands Ed a sharp bone” try this
(This one had scissors and a butterfly knife but the hyenas are from the pridelands so sharp rocks and bones seem more accurate)
5.
[in a argument]
Pain: f$%# you
Pegasus: “in a horse which the imps can understand” later, now listen here you little shit…
(I ship pain x Pegasus ok….pain even admits he loves Pegasus in the movie 2when Pegasus was beating him and panic up)
6.
Kronk: “making spinach puffs and freezing” my sad friend senses are tingling…
“Cut showing a crying Anastasia”
Kronk: “runs for her startling her” ahhhhh!!!!
Anastasia: aaahhhh!?!?!?!
kronk: “hugs her” no cry friend
Anastasia: “giggles and wipes tears from her eyes”
7.
(Look up animated a grump: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaV8NeT0fnY&t=835s and imagine pain and panic as arin and Iago or flotsam and jetsam as Danny, and a random henchmen as Ross)
8.
(Another game grumps thing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xrS5NEBKjU )
“Ursula, and jafar and hades playing a glitchy game”
Ursula: now look how silly this is “flying around”
Hades: you have to….”character gets stuck”
Jafar and Ursula: oh...ooohhhhh “hades gets up and leaves glowing red” heheheh
Jafar: hades don’t leave hehehehe “hades closes the door”
Ursula: HAAAAADEEEEEES I LOVE YOU~ “trying to get the characters free”
hades: NO IM F%&$ING DONE!! IM F%&$ING DONE!!
Jafar: “losing his s&$t laughing” no your not
Hades: this is bulls&$#
Ursula: hades! “Laughing at hades rage too”
Hades: look at this bull#$& man
Jafar: hades! “Laughing more”
Hades: you gotta draw a line in the sand!
Ursula: hades “laughing more”
Hades: you have to draw a line in the f#$%ing sand guys!!
Ursula and jafar: “laughing so hard”
Hades: you have to make a statement!!!
Hades: “as Ursula and Jafar laugh harder” you gotta look inside yourself and say ‘what am I willing to put up with today?’ NOT F*&%ing THIS!!! “Flames up and points to the tv screen”
Ursula: “gets the character free” IM FREE I BELIEVE I CAN FLY
9.
(Listen to grump it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9gRg3_A-RM thinking of Disney villains and henchmen raging at a game)
10.
Scar: “to facilier” what do you wanna eat?
Friends from the other side: the souls of the innocent~
Facilier and shadow (facilier’s shadow): a bagel
Friends from the other side: NO!
Facilier and shadow: 2 bagels
11.
Kaa and shere khan, cruella de vil, Horus and jasper: “to hades and pain and panic, scar and the hyenas” did you know you can’t say bubbles angry
Hades and pain and panic, scar and the hyena: really?
“Later”
Maleficent: does anyone know why hades, scar and their henchmen are on the roof trying to angrily yell/screaming bubbles on the roof
Kaa and shere khan, cruella de vil, Horus and jasper: “choke on their drink/food in laughter”
12.
Iago and jafar: “notice hades and the imps over working” what are you doing?
Hades and the imps: working
Jafar and Iago: you guys should rest, look at your hands “gestures to hades and the imps cramping hands from signing scrolls”
Hades and the imps: we’re ok just let’s us-
Jafar and Iago: “pouting”
Hades and the imps: what’s that look for?
Jafar and Iago: “grabs their friends and tries to drag them off their chairs but fails” GO REST
scar and the hyenas: “see this and join in trying to pester hades and the imps into taking a break” you can work later
Jafar and Iago: “leave to Ursula and the eels room where hook and mr smee are” Ursula, flotsam and jetsam, mr smee and hook. Hades and the imps are overworking themselves again…
Ursula and the eels: excuse?!?...
Mr smee and hook: what?!?...
“Little later”
Ursula and eels: “coiled around hades and the imps with coils and tentacles and drags them off their chairs by their desks” HADES! PAIN AND PANIC! REST!
Hades and the imps: “unholy screeching and complaints as their dragged to their room”
Hook and mr smee: “follow to help Ursula and the eels”
Facilier and shadow (insert other villains and henchmen): “coming back from the store and see Ursula and the eels dragging hades and the imps to their room, with hook and smee following” f$#% this s#$& we’re out “leaves”
(hades and the imps are workaholics)
13.
Frollo: “minding his own business when hades, facilier, shadow and the imps tap him from behind and he turns around ” OOOOOH MY F&#$ING GOD!, IT'S A DEMON/WITCHCRAFT SPAWN!! JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE F$#&!!! OH MY F$#%ING GOD! F%&#ING DEMON/WITCHCRAFT SPAWNS! JESUS CHRIST “falls on his knees” WHAT THE F$#$#$#$#$#&!!!
Hades and facilier: “losing their s#$& laughing”
Pain and panic and shadow: “as well laughing hard”
14.
Hades: “holding pain and panic and his third imp neurosis (actually a canon thing in the animated series)” these are my sons you can’t have them... good day sir
“Person tries to touch the imps”
Hades: “flares up and holds the imps tighter” I SAID GOOD DAY SIR! “leaves with the imps”
15.
“The villains and henchmen are out in a mall and missing hades, jafar and Ursula as well as their henchmen in the crowd”
Mr smee and hook: oh dear we’re missing some of us
Shadow and facilier: oh don’t worry
Gaston and lefou: no one can find allies like Gaston and lefou
Facilier, Gaston, lefou and shadow: “takes a deep breaths and yell” HADES, JAFAR AND URSULA ARE THE WEAKEST AND IDIOTS OF THE DISNEY VILLAINS / PAIN AND PANIC, FLOTSAM AND JETSAM AND IAGO ARE THE WEAKEST AND DUMBEST OF THE HENCHMEN!!!!
“A giant snake and angry squawks, electric zaps along with a women yell, and three fire flare ups of teal, red, and pink appear in the crowd each followed by angry cursing and more”
Gaston and lefou, shadow and facilier: found them ^^~
All the other villains and henchmen: oh boy/dear/dang it
16.
(vanossgaming team 6 animated prank part: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CguHTxrMQ0A (imagine the henchmen as human like with animal/creature parts example iago looks like a harpy): with vanoss being iago, wildkat being banzi, basically as shadow, delirious being flotsam and jetsam, terroriser being pain and panic (due to their immortal state XD) and nogla being a ‘I don’t know what’s going on’ kronk )
17.
Hades: BOYS!!!!
Pain and Panic: WHATEVER IT WAS WE DIDN'T DO IT!!!
Hades: “realizes the thing he was looking for and thought the imps stole it was on his desk the whole time” oh...NEVER MIND
18.
(before I do this one I need to explain, my headcanon that the disney characters have ‘worlds’ they live in with their movies era example: hercules characters live in ‘ancient’ greece in their ‘world’ but have some modern day things made using magical things (like TV, indoor plumbing, magic like phones) added to their ‘worlds’ but hercules, aladdin and little mermaid characters are share the same ‘world’ as in the hercules animated series: ursula appears in the episode hercules and the bacchanal, and then there's hercules and the arbian night where hades and jafar team up)
Maleficent: “thinking with ursula” so are you and hades related and you, him and jafar are from the same world ooorrrr….
Ursula: I honestly don’t know…. I know we live in the same ‘world’ but… “thinking too” my father is Hades and Zeus’s brother if i'm right.....
19.
Pain and Panic, Iago and Shadow and Flotsam and Jetsam: “flying/swimming round around hyper as all hell” WOOOOOOOO
Faciler and Jafar: “groans as they watch their henchmen on sugar high”
Hades: ok who’s the wise guy who gave them sugar…. “Tired/angry dad mood activated”
Kronk: I did...they wanted to test some sweets for me…”thinks he’s going to get in trouble”
Ursula: oh well then that's ok then Kronk you didn’t know, that they get sugar high
Jafar: I'm not dealing with the crash thou.. Uh where did they go?
Frollo: “in a different room” *HIGH PITCH GIRLISH SCREAM* THE DEMONS HAVE GONE CRAZY!!!
Hades: found them~.. “Smiles evil like” let’s leave them with him~
20.
Hades: “passed out on the couch with pain and panic asleep on him” zzzz
Jafar: “peeks over holding a marker with Iago”
gaston: “peeks over too with lefou with makeup”
“3 hours later”
Hades: “wakes up and along with the imps and they don’t notice what their friends did, and head to the kitchen”
Ursula and the eels: “see hades and the imps and choke on their cups of coffee”
Maleficent: “giggles seeing hades” good morning sexy~
Diablo: you girls sleep well?~ “trying not to laugh”
Hades and pain and panic: “tilt their heads” what do you mean?
“They notice their reflection in Ursula and the eels’s tank/movable water, and they see they have makeup on and writing/doodles on their faces”
Hades: oh for the love of…”glowing red”
Pain and panic: oh our gods… “eyes change”
Hades: JAFAR!!! GASTON!!! “Flares up”
Both imps: IAGO!!! LEFOU!!! “Follow their boss/’dad’ “
“Later outside shows Jafar and Gaston running from a red flamed Hades, and Iago and Lefou and running from two shapeshifted into beasts imps”
Jafar, Gaston, Iago and Lefou: WORTH IT XD
“Inside watching the chase”
Faciler: should we tell them me and Shadow took photos of Hades and the imps and posted it online?
Hook: who’s computer did ya use?
Shadow: “as he records the chase going on outside” cruella’s and Horus and Jaspers’s too
Mr. smee: I guess it’s good they’re out of town then….
Yzma: me and Kronk made popcorn who wants!~
Scar: and the other villains and henchmen are placing bets: are they going to escape the wrath of the lord of the underworld and the embodiments of pain and panic? or will Hades and the imps give up?
“All the villains and henchmen inside are eating popcorn and watching the chase go on”
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Dating Disney: The Hunchback of Notre Dame
It’s been a while since I’ve done a dating Disney, so this is a return to form. Except this one is going to be super easy because the date is spelled out very clearly in the book. The story begins on January 6, 1482. This is even mentioned directly in the lyrics of “Topsy Turvy” which states “ Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy | On the 6th of January | All because it's Topsy Turvy Day.” So our story is set at Notre Dame in Paris, France on the 6th of January, 1482. The film opens on January 6th, and there are about 2-3 nighttime scenes when Quasi and Esmeralda discuss their palms, Quasi and Phoebus go looking for Esmeralda, and the Battle of Notre Dame, though it’s uncertain if the Battle takes place at night or if the smoke of Paris burning makes it seem like night time. So the film ends on either January 8th or January 9th, 1482. Now, it’s time to compare to actual history.
The Cathedral of Notre-Dame
Notre-Dame de Paris is a catholic cathedral whose construction began in 1163. The structure was largely completed in 1260, but the model we know today was finished in 1345. Each of the rose windows were installed between 1225-1260. Still, the structure as shown in the film would be consistent with our 1482 setting.
Le Palais de Justice
The Palace of the City was constructed in 1240 and saw reconstruction from 1857-1868.
The Romani People
From what I’ve found thus far, it seems the Romani people migrated from North-Central India and first appeared in France around 1419, so thus far, still accurate. Due to the cultural drift of over four centuries, it’s unclear if the Romani of the time knew their Indian roots or deliberately hid it, but most Romani that entered Europe referred to themselves as having Egyptian origins. It seems the majority of Romani people who entered France earned the moniker of “Bohémien” due to arriving in France with letters of protection provided by Sigismund of Luxemburg, The Holy Roman Emperor, and King of Bohemia. The slur of G*psy is inaccurate and anachronistic, as it is the English name for the Romani derived from their believed Egyptian heritage. However, the Romani did not arrive in England until 1514. So they should be using the term Bohémien or Égyptien[ne]. instead. Because of their nomadic nature, the Romani needed a lifestyle that could travel with them. Romani women often read fortunes and sold herbal medicines, which that Catholic Church lumped in as witchcraft, causing the Romani people to become distrusted by Christians as devil-worshiping exotic foreigners come to leech off of “good God-fearing society” and tempt the white man with their devilish tricks and sorcery. This likely has a major impact on why most pop culture depictions of the g*psy stereotype almost exclusively are women, as the men did not partake in these practices, and thus do not have the same mystic witch parallels that the women have. Still the idea that the Romani are lying thieves who beg for money and swindle people affects all Romani, even to this day. Please note, this information is based on what I could find in my research, and is not infallible, all encompassing, and there may be further details regarding the history of the Romani people in Paris that I simply did not have access to.
The Gargoyles
The Gargoyles don’t exist. That’s literally the only way you can watch this movie is if you pretend they’re all figments of Quasi’s imagination. They bog down the film, put the tone in a choke hold, and chew the scenery. They’re also single-handedly responsible for most, if not all of the anachronisms in this film. Just pretend they aren’t real, and maybe you’ll be able to preserve your sanity. Pulling pianos and poker chips out of fat air. But the playing cards aren’t totally inaccurate. The patterns we recognize today as the standard 52 card deck emerged in Rouen, France in the 15th century. So the cards might be a newer invention, but they likely would have existed in 1482.
Phoebus only needs to brandish a sword for the guards to instantly recognize him as their captain. While I don’t remember the exact year this became a standard, it was relatively common practice in Medieval Europe for only soldiers, guards, and nobility to carry arms, while peasants were strictly prohibited.
After escaping the guards, we see Djali smoking a pipe. However, this is inaccurate, as Tobacco was a discovery of the New World, and Columbus sailed the Ocean Blue in 1492, a decade after this movie. Granted, he never landed in America, but that’s besides the point. Tobacco would not yet be available in Europe. I suppose it’s possible the pipe could be used to smoke something else, but going by Occam’s razor, I’ll have to chalk this up as an anachronism.
Captain Phoebus is called from “The Wars” to be Frollo’s peacekeeper in the City of Paris. These wars are never given a name, so I took a look at a list of wars involving France and see what Phoebus may be referring to. What he may be referring to is the Bergundian Wars of 1474-1477. But as you may notice, that conflict would not be congruent with the year. The Mad War also involved France, but that war began in 1485, three years after the film. France was involved at the Battle of Guinegate in 1479. But again, none of these wars would be on-going during the film. So, maybe they’re referring to one of the many crusades? Unfortunately, the only Crusades happening in 1482 is the Reconquista, which was a period lasting 781 years from 711 - 1492 during which time, Christians fought the Islamic powers in the Iberian Peninsula to reclaim the peninsula for Christianity. Not exactly “wars” so much as a period in Medieval history. Beyond that, France was not directly involved in this conflict, though I suppose a pious enough Christian could have joined the fight to reclaim the peninsula. However, this is the only conflict. The Hundred Years War between England and France ended in 1453 leaving no other outstanding conflicts for Phoebus to be referring to.
Setting: Paris, France
Kingdom: Kingdom of France
Period: Late Medieval Period
Starting Date: January 6, 1482
Ending Date: January 8 or 9, 1482
Language: Middle French
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Introduction to Jade Frollo and Jynn Sparrow
Trigger warnings: Abuse, mentions of physical and emotional abuse. Please do not read if sensitive to subjects such as this.
My friend and I started writing a Descendants RP...
My current characters are:
Jynn Sparrow
Jack Sparrow
Claude Frollo
Jade Frollo
This is my Introduction to my OCs Jynn and Jade. Enjoy!
"Je vous salue, Marie pleine de grâce ;
le Seigneur est avec vous.
Vous êtes bénie entre toutes les femmes et Jésus,
le fruit de vos entrailles, est béni.
Sainte Marie, Mère de Dieu,
priez pour nous pauvres pécheurs,
maintenant et à l’heure de notre mort…"
Crack.
“Non...Je vous...salue, Marie pleine de grâce ;
le Seigneur est avec vous.
Vous êtes bénie...entre toutes les femmes et Jésus,
le fruit de vos entrailles, est béni.
Sainte Marie, Mère de Dieu,
priez pour nous pauvres pécheurs,
maintenant et à l’heure de notre mort!”
The soft droning of a young mademoiselle obediently reciting the sacred, holy words taught to her long before that day could be heard if one were to listen hard enough whilst creeping along the upstairs living area that lay above Frollo’s Creperie. Whilst her words were soft and quiet, the unmistakable sound of an unknown object cracking against the subject of this torture in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit soon followed after every recital of the French prayer.
With every crack against her frame, the young mademoiselle was urged to put more and more feelings and sincerity into the words. It was already beginning to be a struggle to form the sacred words with her lips that had to be pressed ever so tightly together to stop her from letting out cries of anguish in pure agony. Her eyes were squeezed shut tight to stop the beast of a man subjecting her to such torture from seeing her cry; she did not want to give him anymore perverse, sick, sadistic pleasure that he was already getting from this.
The innocent mademoiselle was kneeling in front of a makeshift wooden altar on which lay many religious items: a cross fashioned from iron, goblets made from tin, rosary beads made from wood and glass and the most terrifying of all was the heavy, leather-bound Holy Bible that the young woman had been on the receiving end of a blow from many times in the past. Her hands lay atop the altar as she knelt on the uncomfortable, splintered wooden floor below her tiny frame; her body was shaking...though it would not be known as of yet whether it was from fear, genuine coldness or due to the fact she had been forced to hold that position for a number of hours.
The hands atop the altar were pressed together tightly and her fingers laced together in prayer, though that was not enough for the tyrant conducting this operation. He had taken his heavy, metal-crafted rosary beads from around his neck and wound them around her wrists until they could no more to keep the hands of the young sinner together in prayer. The beads were tight and dug uncomfortably into the soft and pale flesh of the young woman’s tiny, sparrow-bone wrists.
The young lady at the altar was frightfully petite. Her loose, white dress hung shapeless around her non-existent chest and body, her wild locks that hung around her face and down her back were raven-coloured and very dishevelled. The locks atop her head reached her lower back and hid the pale face that was streaked with stray tears. “Please Papa...I cannot do this anymore...I am tired...I beg of you, let me rest…”
The heavy footsteps of a man in leather boots freaked behind the girl, yet no words were spoken, The silence frightened her the most for she did not know what La Bête was going to do to her next. Of course this man was not a raving monster with thick fur and sharp fangs...he was an ordinary man of the church wearing flowing robes of fine, coloured material and a white piece of cloth draped around his neck to show his position as a man of God. The face of the supposed man of faith was thin and firm; he looked remarkably like a bulldog chewing a wasp most of the time and especially when dealing with his young daughter that knelt in front of him, begging for her release.
“How many times have you prayed to Our Lady? And don’t you dare lie to me…” the man stalked in front of his victim and placed his hand out, holding her chin in his right hand before kneeling down to her, looking straight into the tiger’s eye-like hues that stared into his own. The eyes of his daughter held a mix of amber, brown and yellow; the man of God could have sworn that on occasion he had seen the flames of hellfire in her eyes and as a result, she must be persuaded to see the light of the Lord. “I can always see when you are lying, petit oiseau…God can see when you are lying also...choose your words carefully.”
The sniffling young lady took a deep breath and swallowed the choked up tears that were desperately attempting to escape her. “Seven, Monsieur Frollo…” she whispered, awaiting the approval of her father.
Claude Frollo. The righteous man of Paris. Subjected to life on the Isle of the Lost with a daughter that had the devil waiting for her to go to sleep so that he could enchant her soul with images of free will, the taste of butter and finery. Of course, Claude Frollo was no stranger to the workings of the devil...for he had seen them all whilst residing in Paris. The one he remembered the most was the time a beautiful siren in the form of an “innocent” Gypsy girl serenaded and enchanted him into committing acts that he would never usually get involved with...he wished to separate himself from the licentious, lustful crowd of France, yet in turn he found himself engaging with them.
Oh how he longed to possess the heart, body and mind of that Gypsy...yet it was not to be. Therefore, he had to give her a cruel ultimatum and when that did not work, he simply took what was his. The result? A broken heart, shattered reputation and a spawn of Satan himself living under the roof of the only piece of French culture he had managed to force upon the piss-poor island.
Seven, Monsieur Frollo…
“And just how many ‘Hail Mary’ prayers are in our rosary, little bird?” Frollo asked his pathetic, snivelling daughter as he let go of her face and stood up to his full height, looming in front of her. “ten ‘Hail Mary’, one ‘Lord’s Prayer’ and a ‘Glory Be’...” his daughter responded, swallowing the last of the choked up tears inside of her and staring up at her father. “Then that is what you shall recite…”
“But-“
Frollo ignored the protest of his daughter and returned to his place behind her as she began to recite the words forced upon her once again. The last three prayers to Mother Mary, then a prayer to the Father and a last but not least, a Glory Be. She bowed her head in silence as she exhaled a sigh of relief.
“Please may I go now?” she asked. Frollo, in turn, untangled the rosary beads from his daughter’s wrists and motioned for her to stand. She did so rather shakily as the leather boots she wore creaked across the floor as she headed for the door, unable to contain her anticipation of being out of the presence of her father.
“Are you forgetting something, girl?” Frollo crosses his arms atop his chest and awaited for his daughter to turn. She did so rather slowly before seeing her father dangling the leather belt with the heavy buckle made of iron that had been cinched around the long, white dress that she was wearing. Walking slowly towards her father, the young, plain girl held her hands out to take the belt from her father.
Quick as a flash, the towering man crossed the belt over and whacked across her soft, white hands with the leather belt before pressing it into her hands. His daughter closed her eyes, allowing a tear to escape her left eye. “Thank you…” she whispered. “Get out of my sight…” Frollo was quick to respond and the young woman wasted no time in practically flying out of the room and across the hallway to her own simple room that held nothing but a bed, a single wardrobe and a similar altar to that in the makeshift church she had previously been to. There was no window, nor no mirror. The only colour in her room was the decorated, purple, silken scarf that held beautiful designs of celestial images on it that she kept hidden under her bed. The only thing she had of her mother.
Still sniffling, the young lady sat on her bed in silence. She heard her father in the makeshift church, humming to himself. It was not long before he creaked downstairs to the creperie, an attempt to earn them a living. Claude Frollo’s daughter lived a rather lonely life...though it would not be lonely for long. Outside of the small room, on the streets of the isle, she heard clamouring, restlessness...something happened, though this was not out of the ordinary, there were always fights breaking out at some point or another on the isle.
“Jade! I require your help down here!” Clause bellowed up the stairs and immediately the one now known as Jade slipped a pale blue apron over the white dress and quickly pushed her tousled locks into a bun before running downstairs.
Maybe one day...I will be free of all of this...of him…
*****
“So...whatcha got for me today huh?” a cocky, female voice rang out from behind a ruby-red, velvet curtain etched with golden lace. “Jewels...lots of precious jewels…” grunted a man with an eye-patch over his right eye, a tattoo of an anchor on his left, muscular bicep. He leant his arm on the wooden, splintered counter of a run-down looking shack. The shack was attached to the wreck of a ship with a sign on it reading “Sparrow’s Curiosities” and underneath that, it read “Got no cash? We’ll buy your precious items for coins.” Of course, words were misspelt and the punctuation and grammar was horribly inaccurate...it was obviously written by someone who was not the most literate one on the isle…
Heavy boots and jangling bags of coins could be heard moving about as a young woman with wild, curled, brunette hair mixed with violet, sea-green and dark blue streaks and a pirate hat on her head stepped out from behind the curtain. She had a slight, healthy tan to her face, yet her eyes were piercing emerald. “You ain’t gonna try and screw my dad over again this time are you?” she asked, leaning her arms wrapped in leather bandages on the splintered counter. The girl was wearing a black shirt that was cut off at the sleeves and had a buckled belt made of brass and leather around her waist, showing off the curves that she was gifted with. At her side lay a long cutlass that was carefully bound in place by a belt hanger.
The pirate in front of the counter pushed a woven bag of gemstones down in front of him and the girl and awaited her judgement of what he had brought in. Opening the bag, she looked inside of it and watched the sparkling gemstones glimmer in the dimmed light of the shack. Bringing out one of the stones, She examined it carefully. “Are you trying to fuck with me?” she asked, green eyes fixed on the gemstone then at the man.
Bringing her hand up above the table, she slammed it down, the gemstone making contact with the wooden table...as it did, it shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces. “Fake...it’s just glass, you sea slug!”
The girl drew her cutlass with a satisfying scrape as the metal sword was drawn from it holster. “Get out of here before I shish kebab ya…” her voice was low, a growl, as she stared at the man in front of her who swallowed hard. “Goddamnit...I need money, I ain’t got nothing valuable…” the man began to plead with the younger woman, something that was never expected to happen at all. “We ain’t a charity...so get out of here, Bucko…”
The man went to take his bag of gemstones but the girl quickly pulled the bag off of the table. “You know the rules...you try to screw us over and we keep the item free of charge...call it compensation for wasting our time…” she winked, clicked her tongue and headed back behind the ornately dressed curtain where a man was sitting at a table counting golden coins. His hair was braided and on his head, he wore a scarlet bandana. He had a neatly trimmed moustache and beard and wore typical, brown pirate attire with black leather boots. His grubby fingers held in brown leather, fingerless gloves counted golden coin after golden coin.
“Dad?” the girl asked as she entered, clutching the bag of jewels. Her own leather boots squeaked as she headed towards the man known as her father. The notorious pirate laughed heartily as he heard his daughter’s voice; she was his ultimate pride, joy and one love other than materialistic objects. He had taught her to cheat, lie, steal and swindle and everyday he saw her put his teachings into action.
Standing up, the pirate turned, his face visibly pleased to see his daughter as she clutched a bag of gems. “So...what do you have for me?” The pirate’s smile grew as his daughter set the bag on the table where the gold coins lay.
“Ha ha!” The pirate laughed again as he opened the bag and checked the gems for authenticity. “How much did this cost us, hmm?” he asked, suddenly feeling sick at the thought of how much his daughter might have given the punter for these beauties. “Nothing at all…” His daughter smirked as she responded to her father.
The father looked visibly concerned. “You didn’t offer him anything else did you...do I need to track this man down…?” The growing protection from the father heightened as he thought of someone violating his daughter in exchange for a few...very...stunning gems…
His daughter scoffed in response and looked visibly disgusted. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nah, I used this…” she fumbled in her pocket and flicked a shining blue gem to her father. The father examined the gemstone and then turned to his daughter…
“Fake gemstone trick? You little beauty…” he rushed to his daughter and grabbed her by the face, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Well, well, well. Looks like I have taught you extremely well! Tonight, the rum is on me!”
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Dreaming Out Loud
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Chapter 108: There's No Place Like Home.
Snow cried out, as another contraction hit, just as they wheeled her into the delivery room.
"We need to move her to the bed now or we won't be able to," Artemis instructed, as David lifted his wife into his arms as gently as possible and placed her on the hospital bed.
"David…" Snow cried.
"It's okay...I'm here, my darling…" he soothed, as he clutched her hand and he looked around, noticing how the lights were beginning to flicker wildly. Instinctively, he knew what it meant, for he remembered the candlelight and lanterns doing the same thing while Snow was giving birth to Emma.
But...I was only four months along before the spell! How is this happening? How do we know I'm not early...what if the baby doesn't make it!" Snow rambled, as she started to hyperventilate.
"No...no...sweetheart, you need to stay calm," Persephone said, as she put her hands on her daughter's belly.
"You're full term," Persephone assured.
"She's right and I'm sensing no abnormalities. The baby's heartbeat is strong," Artemis assured.
"Then somehow the spell just sped up her pregnancy?" David asked.
"That would be my guess. Time travel is forbidden for a reason. Messing with it can create unpredictable results. But the baby is okay," Persephone assured, as Snow's water broke.
"And apparently this one is super impatient and anxious to meet his mommy and daddy," Artemis said, as she positioned Snow to give birth.
"His?" Snow squeaked.
"Yes...I'm sensing the child is male. Are you ready to meet your baby boy?" she asked, with a soft smile. Snow and David nodded eagerly, as another contraction hit.
"It's time to start pushing," Artemis instructed, as she guided Snow through it. Snow cried out and breathed through the push, before relaxing slightly. David put a cool cloth and dabbed her forehead, as he held her and helped brace her through everything, just as he had done when she gave birth to Emma.
"You're doing wonderful honey...this one is very impatient and his head is already crowning," Artemis coached.
"Impatience...I wonder where he gets that from," Persephone mused and David chuckled, as he kissed her hair.
"Not funny," Snow pouted, as another contraction reared up and he braced her.
"Okay...this is the really big push…" Artemis warned. Snow cried out, as her mother and David both held her hands and she fell back against him once it was over.
"Okay...one more big push and it's over," Artemis instructed.
"I can see him, Snow…" David said, as his eyes were big in wonder. With another agonizing push, she finished delivering their son and they looked on in awe, as Artemis cradled their wriggling infant. She smiled down at the infant, waved her hand to clean him off, while Persephone used her own magic to conjure a blanket for him. It was much like Emma, only with a blue ribbon.
"We can add the name to it when you decide," she said and Snow burst into happy tears, as he was placed in her arms.
"Oh Snow…he's perfect…" David uttered, as he stared at their son.
"He is...perfect and completely healthy," Artemis assured. David grinned and kissed her hair. She looked at him with a wide smile and then back down at the perfect bundle in her arms.
~*~
Regina sat quietly in the lobby and mulled over the memories she had of both lives. Neither had been very good. She had lost Daniel in both of them and had turned to revenge to satisfy her. But it didn't work and she had almost made the most terrible error in the latter.
"Mom?" Henry said quietly. She looked up to see him standing there with a lidded cup, probably cocoa, in his hand. She spotted Emma nearby, waiting impatiently with Neal and did not miss her hands in his.
"Henry…" she said, as she swallowed thickly. But any words died on her lips, as he hugged her. And she finally let her guard down, as she hugged him back fiercely.
"I'm sorry Henry...I'm sorry for it all," she admitted.
"I know," he answered.
"I just want us all to be a family now. Please Mom…" he pleaded. A tear slipped down her cheek.
"I want that too, Henry," she said, as they spotted Persephone come out into the waiting room. With that, Eli and Hades were on their feet and they and Emma descended upon her for information.
"Come on...let's go hear if you have a new baby aunt or uncle," Regina said, as she took his hand and they joined their family.
~*~
"So...you got to watch it all?" Neal asked, as they enjoyed their cocoa together and walked hand in hand.
"Uh yeah...it was kind of surreal. Where were you in all of it?" she questioned. He shrugged.
"It was more of the same for me, actually. Almost three hundred miserable years in Neverland, followed by making here to this world around 1999," he replied.
"From the looks of things though, a lot changed for everyone else. Those two used to hate each other and it seems now they are being tolerant," Neal mentioned, as he gestured toward Hades and Eli.
"Uh yeah...well, my Mom thinks of them both as her dads now. I guess it's easier to call a truce when you have something in common," she mentioned, though her eyes were now on Regina.
"Think we can do that with her in regard to Henry?" he asked. She nodded.
"Yeah...I think we can," she said, as Persephone came out into the waiting room and they all descended upon her in anticipation.
"Well?" Eli asked with bated breath. She gave them all a teary smile.
"Snow is fine and we have a new healthy baby boy," she said, choking back happy tears, as Hades hugged her.
"He's beautiful and I think Emma should be first to see him," she suggested. The others agreed with smiles, as she returned it and went into the room.
"I assume congratulations are in order," Gold interjected, as he arrived with Belle, along with Jefferson, Amy, and Grace. No one missed that Jefferson and Amy were holding hands and they would later find out that they had found their way to each other during Zelena's spell as well.
"It's a boy," Persephone told them.
"That's wonderful," Belle gushed.
"It is, but I'm afraid we have other serious matters to discuss," Rumple stated.
"Yes...we saw what was outside, but we haven't really had time to process it or let the gravity of it sink in," Hades replied.
"And what exactly did you see?" Regina questioned. Light blue magic swirled in Hades' hand, as he created a transparent image of the entire town and now everything that surrounded it.
"Well...magic has returned at least. That will allow us to get a barrier up...but we're not just dealing with Storybrooke anymore," he said, as they gaped at what they were seeing.
"Whoa…" Henry said in amazement.
"How the hell did this happen?" Regina questioned.
"Time travel has consequences and these would appear to be some of those said consequences," Demeter interjected, as she arrived.
"Mother…" Persephone called, as they hugged.
"How is Snow?" she asked. Persephone smiled.
"She's is doing well...and you have a new great grandson," she replied, bringing a smile to her mother's face.
"Do you think it's because the Black Cauldron was in play that it did this?" Hades asked his mother-in-law.
"It's as good an explanation as any really. This is unprecedented and now we have many Kingdoms out there that are in a new place with very new neighbors," Demeter replied.
"Not to mention other unsavory places," Rumple said, as he stared at a particular island that now rested in their harbor.
"Neverland," Neal said distastefully.
"And Oz…" Regina pointed out, as she spotted the Emerald City across the sea on its own landmass.
"With Zelena gone, we should have nothing to fear from Oz. Glinda rules it now," Hades said.
"What about the wizard?" Henry asked. Hades smiled at the boy.
"Zelena turned him into a flying monkey, but it's not a big loss. He was kind of douche anyway," he answered.
"Language," Persephone scolded.
"What's this?" Henry asked.
"That's Mount Olympus," Demeter replied.
"And this dark mountain?" Henry asked.
"Unfortunately...that's Bald Mountain," Persephone answered.
"Which means Frollo is still out there," Eli surmised.
"Do we know if Arawn is still imprisoned?" Hades asked.
"No...and we need to find out. Between him, Frollo, and Cronus, we could be facing some serious problems," Rumple replied.
"I think the easiest way to explain it is to call all the heads of state together, once Snow is well enough," Eli suggested.
"That's a good idea," Hades agreed, as he used his magic to create a summons and then dispersed it.
"There...it will be delivered to all the Kingdoms. Oz, the Southern Isles, Arendelle, Midas, King Hubert and King Stefan, Camelot, the Maritime Kingdom, Atlantica, and even China," he listed off.
"I can speed up Snow's recovery a bit. If there's one thing I'd like to do for my daughter, it's heal her," Persephone said, as she turned to her fathers.
"But I think she'll up to seeing you both. I know we have a lot to deal with and tell them, but I think we can afford this one evening with our family," she said. They nodded in agreement, as they went in.
"Regina...you and Henry can come too," she suggested.
"Oh...I'm sure Henry would love to, but it's probably not a good idea for me," Regina replied.
"Regina...I know my daughter. She'll want you there," Persephone insisted.
"This is a new day and we are all a family, despite the past actions of everyone," she added. Regina nodded and followed them in.
~*~
Snow and David were positively beaming, as they stared down at their tiny son. He pressed his head against hers and kissed her hair again, as they doted on him.
"Oh Charming...he's perfect," she gushed.
"He is...just like his mother," he agreed, as they heard someone come in and looked up to see their daughter there.
"Emma…" David said, as he opened his arm and she immediately welcomed his embrace.
"Oh wow...look at him," she gushed, as she felt her father kiss her hair.
"I know...perfect, just like his mother and sister," he said.
"Do you want to hold him, sweetheart?" Snow asked.
"Me?" Emma asked in surprise.
"Of course...you're his big sister," David replied.
"Yeah...I guess I am," she said, as she accepted the tiny bundle into her arms.
"Hey kid...I'm Emma," she cooed.
"You know, if things had been different, we'd probably be a lot closer in age, but I think I can still teach you a few things," she told him.
"Like picking locks, how to break the toaster, and acting like you don't know how to cook so Dad will just cook for you, cause not gonna lie kid, our dad can cook," Emma said. David chuckled.
"And I love cooking for my family," he confirmed.
"And it's not like you have to pretend you can't cook very hard, honey," Snow added.
"Hey...ouch mom," Emma protested.
"You know I love you, but it's true," Snow said.
"I make killer pop-tarts," she whispered to her baby brother.
"That's not real food," Snow protested.
"When you're old enough, I'll show my stash of junk food that they don't know about," she whispered to him, making them both chuckle fondly.
"Are you up for some more company?" Persephone asked.
"Of course…" Snow said eagerly, as their family filed in. Ruth and Sera hugged them both, before gushing over the baby.
"Did you want to hold him?" Emma asked. Ruth nodded.
"Yes...but this is not the only grandchild that I want to get to know," she assured, as she touched Emma's arm and looked at her with loving eyes. Emma smiled.
"I'd like that too," she agreed.
"He's beautiful, David," Robert said, as he looked on.
"He is...congratulations, brother," James added.
"Thanks James," David said, as it was clear that peace had been made between them.
"Look at him...he's perfect," Eli said, as he soon got his turn to hold his new grandson.
"Does he have a name yet?" Henry asked curiously, as he peered at the tiny bundle.
"Well...we haven't really decided that yet, but you'll all be the first to know," Snow replied.
"Yeah, I guess you did lose a bit of time to think about baby names," Hades mentioned, as he peered down at him now that he was in Persephone's arms again.
"Oh...you are going to be the most loved little boy ever, aren't you my little prince?" she cooed.
"And the most spoiled," Regina muttered, though it was in a fond manner.
"So not to spoil the mood...but there is more we need to discuss," Hades said.
"Uh yeah...what was everyone looking at out the window back at Cronus' palace?" Emma asked.
"Well, it's easier to show you rather than tell you," Hades said.
"Yes...we're afraid that Storybrooke isn't just Storybrooke any longer," Persephone added, as her husband used his magic to create the transparent layout of the land right before them.
"Whoa...isn't that all the Kingdoms from the Enchanted Forest?" Emma asked.
"And then some. Somehow, when we were brought back, all the realms were brought with us," Hades replied.
"Does this have something to do with that cauldron that Frollo had?" Snow asked.
"It's possible and that spell messed with time. That brings consequences and these may very well be those consequences," Demeter stated.
"Do we know who rules all of these Kingdoms?" David asked in concern.
"We do and I don't foresee most of them being a problem, but I want you both aware of everything. So we sent out a summons and asked all the rulers to convene at Eli's castle tomorrow," Hades replied.
"And don't worry, sweetheart...Artemis and I are going to heal you so you're back to full strength right away," Persephone added.
"Well...I won't say no to that," Snow agreed, a bit tiredly.
"For now though, we want you to enjoy this little one and rest. We can heal you this evening, but rest is still very important," Artemis said.
"What about the ones you do see being a problem?" David asked.
"Well...there's Neverland and that's a story. We also must be cautious when it comes to Camelot," Hades replied.
"We know Lancelot...he's a friend," Snow said.
"Yes...but King Arthur is not what he seems. That's another very long story, but he's not to be trusted. He'll come off as a noble King, but he has sinister purposes. I'll explain more later, but he's one to be wary of," Hades warned.
"King Arthur? I thought he was supposed to be the most noble King in all of legend," David said in surprise.
"And Disney made you and Snow out to be nothing more than a singing, helpless Princess and a nameless Prince. Yet we know the real story is one of a love so true that most can't fathom between two of the most courageous people ever. Stories are not always what they seem," Hades reminded.
"Yeah...Neal told me that Pan is one of the worst villains he's ever encountered," Emma added.
"He's pretty deplorable and Rumpelstiltskin can tell us the most about him," Persephone agreed.
"He's not going to want to tell them about that," Hades whispered to her.
"I don't think he has much choice at this point," she whispered in return and he couldn't disagree.
~*~
Cronus looked at the summons with intrigue. It was no surprise really. Persephone and Hades offered a quick explanation in the form that all the realms had experienced a magical displacement, but that there was absolutely nothing to fear from their new surroundings.
"They're calling all the heads of state to King Eli's palace tomorrow night," Phobos discerned.
"Yes...and we will be there," Cronus confirmed.
"That is still quite some time from now. If you allow me, My Lord, I can assemble an army for us, at least enough of one to make a bold stand of strength," Deimos offered.
"Oh yes, because that worked out so well for your friend King Arawn," Phobos countered.
"You try my patience, brother," Deimos growled.
"Enough…" Cronus interjected between the quibbling brothers.
"We will not make any move that would suggest aggression tomorrow night. Persephone still controls the skies and I suspect there will be attention on many others that will make the heroes weary," he surmised.
"And meanwhile, we can work in the background toward our own goals," Phobos agreed.
"Yes...we are not their biggest problem anymore and we will use that to our advantage," Cronus stated.
~*~
"What happened?" Anna questioned, as she and Elsa looked out over the expanse of their Kingdom.
"I'm...I'm not sure, but that cloud that swallowed us up was definitely magic," Elsa replied, as Kristoff hurried back in.
"Okay...so Sven and I did a quick run through the Kingdom and Arendelle seems to be completely in tact, but the ocean that separated us from Misthaven is suddenly a lot smaller and there's a bunch of other Kingdoms too," he said.
"Do you recognize any of them?" Elsa questioned.
"Uh yeah...quite a few of them actually. The thing is...they're not supposed to be this close to us and then there's this place I don't recognize just east of here. It's a village like I've never seen with a big clock tower," he explained, just as a magical telegram of sorts appeared before them.
"What is that?" Anna asked, as Elsa began to read it.
"It's from King Eli, Queen Persephone, and King Hades, on behalf of their daughter Princess Snow White and their son-in-law, Prince David of the Northern Kingdom," Elsa announced.
"David? I knew a David from Misthaven…" Kristoff mentioned, as they looked at him.
"But it's probably not the same David. My friend was a shepherd," he added.
"Wait...your friend David was a shepherd?" Anna asked.
"Yeah...why?" Kristoff asked.
"Because I met a shepherd named David once on my trip to Misthaven," Anna replied.
"Wow...that's a coincidence. But I'm sure it's not the same David," Kristoff said. But Anna wasn't so sure. Her friend's last words to her were that he was just a shepherd, but she had seen much more in him than that.
"Back to the subject...it says that his displacement was caused by a magic spell, but that there is nothing to fear," Elsa said.
"Great...still doesn't really explain anything though," Kristoff replied.
"They're calling all the heads of state to King Eli's castle tomorrow night. All will be explained then," Elsa continued.
"I guess we're going to the northern Kingdom tomorrow night then," Anna stated, knowing that they were all very curious.
~*~
Glinda stood in the tallest tower, allowing her to overlook Emerald City as a whole and today, she observed much more beyond Oz.
"Glinda...we received this summons," Dorothy said, as she entered the chamber and the blonde witch read it.
"We must prepare to attend this meeting," Glinda stated.
"We don't know these people...this Snow White and Prince David," Dorothy said wearily.
"No, but Snow White is the daughter of Persephone and you do not ignore a summons from her. She is good, as is her daughter," Glinda answered.
"But Hades…" she hissed.
"Things are not always so black and white, Dorothy. He is not the enemy anymore," she chided.
"Zelena has done much damage and if anyone can offer answers to what has happened, it is Persephone and her family," Glinda added.
~*~
The Chernabog flew overhead and the people in town cried out in fright at the sight of the monster. But as it landed atop the clock tower, it became a man and the dwarves looked up with trepidation and confusion.
"Looks like he came too," Happy mentioned.
"Of course he did...we're not lucky enough for him to get left behind," Grumpy grumbled, as Frollo changed forms again and flew over the sea and to another nearby landmass. The cathedral of Notre Dame was very recognizable and a symbol of peace. But he hated that place. The Bishop had excommunicated him and banished him from his homeland. But with his new form and power, there was nothing keeping him out now. He landed before the Bishop and his new right hand, the boy he had raised, Quasimodo.
"Frollo…" he uttered in disbelief.
"I'll be taking that summons, your eminence," he stated.
"You have become what you claim to hate, Judge Frollo and if you did not receive a summons, then you are not invited," the Bishop responded coldly.
"Oh, but I have returned to my homeland and you have no power to banish me away this time. I am here to reclaim my seat as Judge and Supreme Ruler of Paris and Notre Dame," he said, as Quasimodo gasped, watching him turn into his monster form.
"No!" he cried, as the monster breathed fire and swallowed his new mentor up, leaving nothing but ash in his place. And the hunchback could only watch in horror, as Frollo perched himself atop the cathedral, breathing fire in the sky to announce his reign. And Paris would kneel to him, lest it wished to burn.
~*~
King Arthur read the summons and observed the other Kingdoms on the horizon, which were literally in their backyard now.
"Does it say what caused this?" Guinevere asked her husband.
"No...but it promises that all will be explained. We have been summoned by Persephone and Hades themselves, on behalf of their daughter, Snow White and son-in-law, Prince David of the northern Kingdom," he read.
"I've heard of the northern Kingdom. Before Arawn's takeover, it was ruled by King Elijah," she recalled.
"Either way, we can hardly refute an invitation from the Gods and I would be lying if I said I wasn't very intrigued by all of this," he said.
"Then we will answer the summons," she agreed. He nodded.
"Who knows...perhaps this will further us along in our quest to repair Excalibur," he said, revealing that his infamous blade was broken; a carefully maintained secret between them.
~*~
"You're not coming with me, Belle," Rumple refuted, as she followed after him on the beach. Just across from them, there was now a landmass and he had revealed it to be the island of Neverland. And that made Belle naturally very curious.
"I am coming with you…" she insisted and he sighed, as he turned to her.
"Belle...it's too dangerous," he lamented.
"Peter Pan is dangerous?" she questioned.
"YES!" he exclaimed and then took a calming breath.
"Do not let the versions of him in this land's stories fool you. He is nothing like that. He is not just some careless, selfish child that doesn't want to grow up. And the Lost Boys...they and he are nothing short of savages," he insisted.
"Rumple...they're children," she reminded.
"No Belle...Pan is not a child. Those boys are not innocent children. You must not equate their appearance to what they really are," he warned.
"He's right...Pan is ruthless," Hook interjected. They looked up to see the pirate on the Jolly Roger, which was docked nearby.
"Normally, I'd tell you to keep your distance, pirate, but perhaps for once in your life, you can be useful," Rumple said.
"Well, I certainly won't do it for you, but I bare no ill-will to the lovely Lady Belle," he mused, as he hopped down from his ship.
"Pan is...a bloody devil and if you don't believe us, I encourage you to ask Persephone or Hades, for he is one that has kept them rather busy for centuries. If you think the Dark One's body count is...impressive, well, I assure you that he has yet to surpass Pan," Killian revealed. Rumple nodded curtly.
"There is also something else...something I had hoped I would never have to reveal. But now that he is here...I feel that I must tell you," he said, as he glanced at the pirate.
"Your usefulness is at an end," he snapped. Hook rolled his eyes and was about to return to his ship when he froze. Looking up, they saw a boy floating above them in tattered green clothes with a look of smugness on his face.
"You…" Rumple growled.
"Hello...son…" Pan revealed, as he landed before them with his right hand, Felix, next to him.
"You're still young, I see," Rumple commented.
"Yes...I was getting a bit worried, for the amount of Lost Boys has dwindled down to almost nothing. I was running out of youthful souls to feed on. But now...that's all changed," he replied.
"Feeding on youthful souls?" Belle questioned.
"That's right...that's how he stays young. He eats the souls of children and then tosses their lifeless corpses for the sea to swallow in a watery grave," Killian revealed. Belle looked astonished and horrified.
"Though I have to say...him being the father of the bloody Crocodile makes a lot of sense," the pirate added.
"Shut up," Rumple snapped, as he glared at the demon above them.
"You know, I sensed a very bright burst of magic a while ago. It's not often that a child is born with such magic. If I have that soul...it would sustain me for eternity," he said. Belle gasped.
"Snow and David's baby…" she realized, but before they could move, they were frozen by his magic.
"Are you going to kill them?" Felix questioned.
"No...just wipe their memories. I don't want them spoiling my big entrance at the summons tomorrow night," Pan replied. Felix smirked.
"But we weren't invited," he reminded in amusement.
"Well, you know how I love to crash a party," he said, as he waved his hand, zapped their memories, and returned them to Storybrooke. By the time they figured out what might have happened, he would make his grand entrance and introduce himself to Persephone's family.
~*~
Queen Ravenna looked at the summons in her hand with barely concealed rage. It had been sent to her and Arawn's weak brother, Dallben, next in line. Or at least he was, until she put a dagger through his heart. Dallben had taken the Throne after Arawn had been imprisoned, where he still remained and announced to his Kingdom that he would rule benevolently, after the atrocities that Arawn had committed and after Hans' failure to conquer Arendelle.
Honestly, she was surprised to find that she was alive and she wasn't about to waste this second chance she had been granted. She would surprise her still husband, Eli, tomorrow evening, and promise revenge on him and his insipid daughter, who now sat on her Throne with her perfect little family.
"They'll certainly be surprised to see you," Hans mentioned, as he came to stand beside his older sister. She smirked.
"I can hardly wait to see the looks on their faces," she agreed.
#Snowing#SnowxCharming#Charming family#Swanfire#Henry Mills#Rumbelle#HadesXPersephone#greek mythology meets farytales#The United Realms#romance#adventure#family#AU#dreaming out loud#Prince James#Regina Mills#Ruth#OC's
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Do you have any headcanons for Isle culture? Like food and music and dance and clothing and stuff
You have made me SO HAPPY with this ask because yes, always.
- Okay, so I’ve already talked about how you stay as far away from sick people as you can. Getting sick SUCKS and there’s never a guarantee of survival. People generally stay out of arm’s length from sick people unless the person is dying and they still have business to settle (or you’re giving a mercy kill).
- EVERYBODY stays inside or finds shelter during full moons, especially during Witches’ Sabbaths. On full moons, Barbossa and his crew like to ransack the Isle - they’ll harass children, beat older teen and adult men and force women to eat with them. They’re creepy as heck. And on Witches’ Sabbaths, Chernabog sends his ghouls away from Bald Mountain where they dance to torment people.
- Related to point one - when someone is pregnant, you don’t say ‘congratulations’. You say ‘good luck’, typically sarcastically. And babies don’t ‘count’ unless they survive a year.
- Fashion wise, as with everything else, you take what you can get. But admittedly, people tend to emulate the more influential people in their area - a sort of ‘top down’ type trend (which, I’m told, is typically how fashion works - people tend to emulate influential people and so their looks trickle down to street trends eventually). In this case, the influential people are powerful villains like Maleficent, Cruella, Mother Gothel, Ursula, Hook, Gaston, Facilier, Jafar, etc.
- It’s really really hard to throw away food. Almost all food is rotten or mouldy or will soon expire and turn that way. For that reason, very few things get thrown out. If you can choke it down and keep it down, you can eat it. Also, while several restaurants might claim a cuisine (like Hades claims his restaurant serves Greek and Shan-Yu says his is ‘pan-Asian’) everyone knows it’s the same slop as everyone else. It’s the closest they have to cuisines though, so they just go with it. One popular food that isn’t common in Auradon is bone soup. Basically you take the bones from whatever meat or seafood are around and boil them until they’re soup stock. Pretty much everybody on the Isle can make this. I imagine occasionally the VKs just want bone soup in Auradon.
- Related note: It’s not uncommon for their to be riots when supplies run out or run low, especially after a disaster. Food riots and water riots aren’t uncommon.
- Clean water is very very rare and typically only in leftover, unsold water bottles (which is unhealthy because of leeching). So, because of that, pretty much nobody uses baby formula. Anything in the dirty water can contaminate formula and make infants sick and kill them. They don’t have the immune systems teens and adults have when they drink coffee or tea. So, formula is pretty much the one food item that always automatically goes in the garbage.
- There’s really no such concept as a drinking age. Alcohol is typically cleaner than water. So if you can find it, you can drink it.
- There are some people you just don’t mess with. Chernabog, the God of the Night and Evil, for one. The Firebird for another because you will DIE if you wake it up and it burns down the town. And outsiders should always steer clear of the Hun compound. As a security measure, outsiders are only allowed in if A) They’re invited inside or B) A member of the Hun compound will vouch for them that they aren’t there to mess everything up. Because that’s rarely a promise they can keep, most of the time a Hun will NOT vouch for an outsider. You also really shouldn’t mess with Sykes because he’s mob. He knows how to take advantage on the Isle. Another place typically avoided is the Queen of Hearts’ castle. It’s surrounded by a ‘forest’ of pikes decorated with severed heads. And if she finds you in her forest without a valid reason or you anger her at her salon, you might just join them after a brief stint as a mannequin.
- They don’t have a radio station, so any music played over the radio is from Auradon. As is most of their media tbh. Local acts like The Bad Apples and the Sea Witches are pretty much the only non-Auradon music.
- There’s very very little money. Most people will steal or dine and dash (or the equivalent). You have to force people to pay. And usually a lot of the money they have is kicked up to whoever owns the territory as part of a protection racket. If you can’t steal something, you can try paying in goods or services. You could also just break it. If I can’t have it, nobody can is a perfectly valid principle.
- Most art forms like drawing, dancing, etc. are very unstructured and ‘go with what you want’. People usually do what they want anyways, so why should arts be different?
- People don’t say things like ‘thank you’, ‘excuse me’ or ‘please’ and especially not ‘sorry’ unless they’re either being sarcastic or they’re someone’s henchperson. They’ll say or do things like nod in acknowledgement, ‘I’m glad you did that’, ‘I like that’ instead of thank you, ‘Move’, ‘back off’ instead of excuse me, or instead of please they’ll say ‘now’ or try to cajole someone into it. The best you can hope for instead of an apology is an admission that the other person shouldn’t have done something. ALSO nobody ever ever ever says ‘I owe you one’. They say, for example, ‘I owe you one meal’ or something like that. They’ll be very specific about WHAT they owe. If they just say ‘one’ then the other person can and probably will exploit that for an unpleasant favour later like cleaning muck out. Sykes told Uma once that ‘he owed her one’ and immediately realized his mistake - not quickly enough to stop Uma from demanding he stop harassing one of her crew.
- Typically, you don’t stand up for someone on your crew or your family because you love them. You stand up for them because by not doing so, people get the idea they can mess with you by messing with your people. Doing so because they’re your people and you don’t want them to be messed with is less of a gang thing and more of a ‘crew’ thing. Most crews, like pirate crews, have learned to work together or die (or suffer serious pain). So they work together because crew is crew. It’s a little liberating.
- Most people will fight with swords, knives, shivs, clubs, whatever they can get their hands on. There’s very few guns and the ones that are around are DANGEROUS. Nobody messes with Captain Hook because he’s a crack shot and he WILL fire at you.
- People like Maleficent, Hans, Grimhilde, Lord Beckett, Scar, etc. who insist on using their titles are usually listened to while they’re around to avoid a hassle, but as soon as they leave, pretty much everyone ignores those titles and rolls their eyes. Nobody is royalty anymore, you lost, get over it and suck it up, everyone else has to.
- There aren’t really many holidays everyone celebrates - everyone kinda does their own thing if they want. Honestly, I don’t think many of the villains are very religious. Frollo constantly holds services and tries to get people to come but few, if any, ever do. A couple stand outs though are Halloween (without the candy), Friday the 13th, and birthdays.
- If ‘dating’ is typically in gang activity, marriage is certainly very rare. Sure, a bunch of people who came to the Isle were already married like some of the pirates, but there’s only a handful of people who got married on the Isle. Gaston is one of them. You can go to whatever royal or noble or even Frollo and get them to sign a piece of paper if you want to, but most people who get married just hole up in their shelter together and start calling the other their spouse.
- The original villains have alliances, rivalries and such too. And yes, sometimes they’ll have ‘friends’ for lack of a better word, over for drinks or an anniversary or just to complain about Auradon. Hey, villains get bored too, you know.
- Nobody on the Isle ever asks how someone got hurt. Odds are you won’t like the answer. Especially if they’re a kid. Most people have scars.
- EVERYBODY born on the Isle has nightmares. They’re on a death trap surrounded by people who would love to kill them, don’t tell me they don’t. The originals probably do too but they tend to be better at hiding it and comfort themselves by knowing they also CAUSE nightmares.
- There are, in fact, cars on the Isle. Not many, but they exist. Cruella has her’s and I’m gonna say so does Sykes.
- Avoid the animals. It doesn’t matter which animal. Animals that aren’t dangerous don’t get sent to the Isle. Killer sharks, crocodiles, that octopus that ripped apart Hook’s ship, angry dogs, mean cats, lions, a tiger, a jaguar, hyenas, etc. It’s a wonder more people aren’t killed by rabies.
- There’s only one settlement and it’s a shanty town. At this point, it’s pretty hard not to know everybody (especially since people keep coming from Auradon to see who among the people sent there are still alive). Word travels quickly. Again, even villains get bored. Gossip and rumour mongering are a popular way to pass the time, especially among some of the moms.
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Dead Beauty AU (Chapter 5)
Yeah I just wanna post it here too.
Oh and Maeve and Malvina are Flower's, @tiredflowercrown
When Harry exits the Hell Hall his feet are too heavy and his mind is swimming in all the wrong directions: Ivy’s fault, naturally. The mix of alcohol and whatever poison she gave him.
He swallows heavily and bangs his hook to the metal gate, just because he fucking can. He hopes that bitch is suffering as much as he is.
And holy hell, is he suffering: the metal clang just about threatens to split his skull open.
He just hopes dear Ivy heard it too.
On completely unrelated note, he really would like to know how she got Claudine fucking Frollo, please and thank you. That girl has problems, alright, and he’s the one saying it.
Y’know, maybe she decided if she’s going to hell, she might as well go with a blast, and Harry can approve of that.
If he had his flask, he’d drink to that sentiment, even.
More importantly, he still wants his haircut.
Alas, he just starts walking towards the Tremaines – hey, it’s closer, and he doesn’t exactly fancy arguing with his older sister about his methods of delivering demands, thank you. Besides, Harriet is just a fucking hypocrite.
He’s pretty sure she slept with Diego the last time she was vaguely in the vicinity of Hell Hall.
Harry smirks at that.
He drags his feet as he sneers into the shadows, twists his wrist around to stretch it – the light twirls on his hook – cranes his neck around to stretch it too.
Curiously, that seems to send a street rat or two running.
This is fine.
It shouldn’t be too long to the Tremaines now, but he could just swear the bloody streets keep stretching under his feet. He kicks on something at the ground, mutters curses under his breath. And if he loses his balance for just a moment after that, well, who cares?
Two children run by him and he sneers at them to mind their way; his vision goes blank for a moment.
Tremaines’ is right there.
He collapses at the nearest chair.
He breaks open the door, swatting his hook at the irritating decoration above it. He doesn’t manage to tear it down. Shame.
It is an eyesore.
He’d say he hopes Anthony went out already, but frankly, he doesn’t care enough.
„Dulcia, darling!“ he calls out, „You promised me the haircut?“
„Oh, I don’t care,“ he lifts his hand to make a dismissive gesture and lets it fall when he discovers how heavy it is, „Just do your worst. I want Harriet to know I’ve been there.“
She appears behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder and sighing: „Whatever is wrong with you, Hook – my dear cousin is right there, and his mood didn’t get any better.“
She tugs at his hair rather harshly, which he registers mostly because he’s looking in the mirror.
„Also, what the hell do you want me to do with this?“
Dulcia laughs: „Why, that almost sounds like a dare–“
Harry discovers his lips are too numb to form an answer; he barely manages a crooked smirk, twisted more by the cracked mirror. His face feels weird.
Dulcia tugs at his hair again, turning his head from side to side to examine her canvas, and his whole body locks in a horrible spasm. He can’t jerk away or even breathe– his chest starts to hurt.
He watches his lips turn blue – watches Dulcia notice his stiffness and his expression – and curses Ivy. She wasn’t stingy with the dose, that’s for sure–
He manages to draw in a breath, his muscles relax a bit.
„What the hell was that?!“ asks Dulcia.
„So you’re faking choking to death for fun?“
„Quiet!“
She is simply too loud, her voice too high – Harry remembers his manners again and says: „Oh, nothing to worry about.“
„Oh no, that’d be the poison Ivy gave me.“
„Oh, you moron,“ Dulcia’s voice turns soft, placating, „You played Russian Roulette with her?“
Harry hums in response.
„Did you win or lose?“
„…Yes.“
This is starting to get majorly annoying, thank you for asking.
Dulcia deals him a gentle slap over the back of his head.
„Fucker,“ she says, and his body spasms again.
Oh, and it seems the ruckus finally dragged Lord Tremaine over. How lovely.
„What’s he doing there?“ Tremaine asks, as if it wasn’t clear – he came for the haircut. Duh. He told him already.
„Dulcia, why is he choking to death in our salon?“
„Choking to death, obviously,“ answers Dulcia, sounding insultingly uninterested.
Harry would argue, but, y’know. He still can’t breathe.
Well… Why not?
It’s not like Ivy would share the antidote or anything.
Choking is fine, but that humiliation would probably kill him.
Harry watches Dulcia shrug her shoulders delicately, and, yeah. He’s reasonably sure that if he dies in there, she plans to use his head as a training dummy for the little ones.
Which is absolutely unacceptable, by the way.
He breathes in again – fucking finally – and immediately spits at Anthony: „None of your fucking business, Tremaine!“
„My salon, my business,“ he answers, voice stone-cold.
„Dulcia, take this moron to the Mims right now,“ says Anthony, „If he dies at our salon, Harriet will never speak with me again.“
„My life, my business,“ mocks Harry back, turning around to look at the marginally more agreeable cousin, „Dulcia, about the ha–“
The movement makes his muscles lock up painfully again, which is starting to get really fucking repetitive.
„That’d be a pity for sure,“ agrees Dulcia in her overly sweet voice.
Harry manages to catch his breath again: „My sister’s too good for you anyway,“ he says. He just smirks when Anthony attempts to kill him with a glare.
Really, it’s almost admirable how much contempt Tremaine packs up into one word. Just a shame Harry isn’t exactly in the shape to break his nose, right now.
„Dulcia, to the Mims, now. Before I can think the better of it. You are also welcome to just dumb him behind the corner though,“ Anthony raises his voice, which makes Harry snarl at him. What is it with the Tremaines and yelling all over today?
„Angelica, Desdemona, Deborah, go help Dulcia with him!“
„I can take care of myself, thank you,“ he says instead, pushing himself off the seat, and almost immediately collapsing forward into his reflection. Well, fuck.
„Well, good fucking luck with that,“ says Harry, letting the Tremaine harpies drag him away.
„Clearly, you can’t,“ drawls Anthony, and Dulcia grabs Harry’s shoulder, drawing her sharp, carefully manicured nails deep into his skin.
„Now go. I do not wish to deal with your sister in a worse mood than she is now.“
As he passes under the door, he finally manages to tear down the horrid glockenspiel, to his satisfaction and indigent cry of one of the girls, which doesn’t seem like his problem.
Like, at all. That thing has been causing him headaches for months.
Now, Maddy being her usual bitchy self?
That does seem like his problem.
„Absolutely not–“ the demon-witch-whatever cries out, pointing at the list of rules scribbled on the wall with something that’s probably human blood, „You know the rules! No first aid! Your overdoses are not my problem! Your relationships problems should stay your relationships problems!“
Harry sways in the place as the younger Tremaine girls back away from darling Maddy, and Dulcia steps forward a single step, once again speaking in that placating voice of hers: „C’mon, Maddy, who said what about first aid? Just give him the antidote.“
„That’s what first aid is–“ grumbles Maddy.
„I don’t need an antidote,“ chimes up Harry, catching his balance on a nearby shelf, which makes Maddy look like she wants to bite his arm off. Sweet. Maybe he’d finally get actual hook like that.
„I want my hair done, Dulcia.“
…Yeah, no. Maybe, just maybe, he’s not so fine, Harry thinks as he painfully struggles for breath.
„See?“ Maddy gestures at him; he slowly slides to the ground, as his muscles refuse to cooperate again.
„He’s fine. Now get him out of my apothecary.“
„Maddy, be a dear. Just give me the antidote against strychnine. He’s got shit ton of gold on him, you can take it as a payment before he comes to himself.“
Harry would really love to protest that. She can’t take his gold just for a stupid antidote!
However, Maddy looks like she’s considering this: „…How do you know it’s strychnine?“ she asks with some suspition.
„Ivy always uses strychnine.“
That is not a concerning statement at all.
And Maddy doesn’t look too convinced.
Dulcia shoots Harry a look that can’t mean anything else than „You’re so gonna owe me for this,“ and then tells Maddy: „If he dies, Harriet will be out of it and then Ginny will be upset too.“
„I… Suppose I can spare some antidote,“ decides Maddy finally. He didn’t know she cared for Harriet’s witch all that much, but then again, Gothel can make herself likable like nobody’s business. And she is high most of the time, she has to get the stuff somewhere. He supposes it makes sense.
After that, the Tremaine girls leave, and Maddy quickly gets tired of staring at him, instead alternating absentmindedly playing with one of her dolls, yelling at one of her cousins in a language that makes the hair at the back of Harry’s neck stand, and preventing some mangy kid from randomly tasting the shit on the shelves.
He doesn’t fight Maddy when she forces a pill into his mouth in a pause in between spasms, and doesn’t swat away Dulcia’s hand when she offers him water with it.
That should count towards his debt to her, by the way.
The kid keeps singing in the same language.
Harry tries to ignore that and just focus on his breathing and, more importantly, about ways to get back at Ivy. Might that bitch be slowly dissolved in acid while listening to this crazy little Mim kid singing the demons to sleep or whatever.
Said mangy little Mim kid comes over and pokes at his ribs.
„Is he dead yet, Maddy?“
„Don’t know, don’t care. You know how to check.“
Harry does not wish to know how the Mims check if their customers are still breathing or not.
„I’m still alive, kid,“ he tells her, „Shut it.“
„Shame,“ the kid sighs, „Maeve said I get to dissect the next moron that overdoses.“
„Maeve also said you’re not supposed to talk like that in front of the customers, Malvina.“
Harry snaps his teeth at Malvina as she tries to poke at his ribs again.
„If that’s all, ladies,“ he grits in between his teeth as he pushes himself up, „I’ll be on my way.“
Malvina steps away from his as he struggles to regain his balance – he almost falls down as the doors to the Apothecary fly open and CJ greets the shop with a bright smile: „Hiii!“ she says and turns to him, „Freddie said you’d be there, Ettie’s getting snappy again– ooh, can we get some of that candy?“ She points to a shelf of brightly coloured expired candy.
„You lot are not allowed weed,“ notes Maddy dryly.
„Why not?“ asks the little Mim kid; Harry seethes at the sentence.
„Pleeease?“ whines CJ, making big eyes at Maddy and slipping her one of her gold bracelets over the counter. Harry barks out a laugh.
„This never happened,“ says Maddy as tears open one package, stabs her nail through some gummy bears, and gives the mutilated candy to CJ, „And if it gets into your head wrong, don’t fucking come back here.“
„Don’t worry, Maddy,“ answers Harry, grabbing his younger sister’s arm before she gets any more bright ideas, „I’ve had enough of this place for quite some time.“
He leads CJ outside.
„How stabby is Harriet?“ he asks.
CJ swallows one of her gummy bears as she thinks of an answer, carefully storing the other pieces in a napkin in her pocket: „Hmm… Not as much as when I bleached her hair. Kinda about when Frollo wouldn’t stop ringing the bells cos of some celebration or whatever.“
Harriet spent most of that time too drunk to form a coherent sentence, and honestly, Harry doesn’t blame her.
„No, wait! Like when the Hearts twins got the jewelry she wanted at the market the other time!“
„Well, then,“ Harry smiles at his younger sister,„How do you feel about a new haircut, then?“
„Yes!“ she jumps in her place, „Yes! Harriet’s gonna be so pissed!“
Anthony, too, and it’s not like anything interesting is happening at the port now: He seriously doubts Ivy managed to forward their demands to her youngest cousin yet.
#disney descendants#dead beauty au#harry hook#cj hook#anthony tremaine#hook siblings#ivy de vil#dulcia tremaine#tw substance abuse#poisoning#no good coping mechanism in sight okay#take Uma off the Isle and it spirals from there
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Can you do a headcanon where a disney villain wakes up as the opposite gender one day and how they would react towards that? The villains you can use are Lady Tremaine, Gaston, Cayton, Captain hook, Frollo, Maleficent, Cruella de vil, and jafar. I am a fan of the disney villain stuff on your blog and I wish you a swell day!
Hey! ^^ Glad you like it!! I hope you enjoy these as much (: ^^
also, KARMA HAS SPOKEN.
In addition to now having completely different bodies, Gaston and Frollo will also be experiencing their first menstrual cycles. And Cruella and Lady Tremaine will have raging erections. Everyone else is just experiencing new genitalia and breast sizes though.
Warnings: Well, this includes a lot of description and stuff about biological genitalia (And other general bodily functions like periods and erections).
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Captain Hook:
· Jesus christ, if he’s done the maths right, this means there’s one more sticky-outty appendage for that damned boy to slice off and feed to the crocodile.
· Seriously though, he just goes with it mostly, after the first few minutes of shock. Like, he lives on an island with mermaids, fairies and flying children that literally try to kill him and he’s constantly being hunted by a ravenous, obsessed crocodile. Just add this to the long, long list of reasons why he’s crazy and tired.
· Just goes on with his day and his plans to get rid of Peter.
Clayton:
· Refuses to believe that what he sees and feels is real and tries to go about his work ignoring Jane and Mr Porter trying to tell him its real and trying to figure out together how this happened, what to do now, and how to fix it.
· Will later tell this story (That he woke up completely normal one morning and his travel companions had gone mad from drinking sea water and started telling him he had suddenly grown breasts, a bubble butt and female genitalia, of course.) to people as an amusing anecdote to impress them and make himself the most interesting man in the room, despite his lacklustre response to it.
· Jane is so exasperated and done with this man when she tries to give him advice about giving his chest area some support to help the pain and he just laughs her off.
· He wraps up his chest in bandages (Tightly), secretly, because it is killing him having them jiggle around on him all day. (EDIT: Binding with bandages can apparently damage your ribs. Okay, proceed)
· Psst. Jane knows
Cruella DeVille:
· She wakes up with an odd, strained feeling in her genitalia area (I don’t know what a boner feels like for the one enduring it, I’m sorry! Aha), sits up in annoyance, rips back her blankets and s c r e e c h e s.
· WHAT is THAT THING!?
· What is that thing???!
· WHAT!?
· She tries to get up and away from it, but it’s attached to her and she pulls up her nightie to see and promptly shoves her nightie back down. No, no. She’s a busy woman. This is not happening, it can’t be happening. Impossible!
· But, I’ve heard an erection is p r e t t y hard to ignore.
· She tries everything to get rid of it. Pushing it back down (I assume that hurts, or is at least quite uncomfortable), taking deep breaths and trying to calm down, taking a shower at varying temperatures, waiting it out… but, unfortunately, nothing works.
· Finally, she groans and sits back. “Fine!”
· Cruella will get the job done, if it means she can get on with her day and find a way to fix this. See a doctor, or something.
Frollo:
· Oh my god. 1. Its shocking enough for him to wake up with feminine… uh… growths on his chest, and a slit between his legs rather then a penis.
· But he’s also got black, clotted, smelly blood coating his thighs and ruining his favourite, white, night shirt.
· Frollo probably doesn’t even know about menstruation, honestly. Jeez. And if he did, previously, know about it then he probably had something totally sexist and awful to say about it like that ‘Only witches’ or ‘Satanists’ bleed from their nether regions.
· So he’s disgusted, and h o r r i f i e d.
Gaston:
· Well, of course at first he’s shocked and furious, because where did his manly, manly chest hair go (He does still have some on his breasts of course, the female body gets it too, but its not nearly enough)?? And his deep, deep voice!? What’s going on!? Why??
· But after the initial shock, once he’s convinced himself that this is dream, you can bet that he checks himself out and decides he’s the most beautiful woman ever and if he could, he would marry himself.
· … then he gets his period, and terrible cramps…
· And suddenly he chokes on all that shit that he (Of course would have) said about cramps ‘not actually being that bad’ and ‘women just overreacting’.
· Gets quickly into the habit of grasping his boobs for comfort.
Jafar:
· Honestly, he’s very like Hook in this scenario. How wonderful, he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes deeply and growling at the mirror when his eyes adjust in the morning.
· He goes about his day like normal, ignoring weird looks or responding to quips from nobles with snarky looks of his own, because he’s a very busy man and he can deal with this later.
· I wouldn’t put it past him to get some work done with certain difficult nobles using his womanly wow’s while he has them. I mean, what does he care if he’s being immodest? (Or dishonest, for that matter. But we all know how little cares about being dishonest. It is a non-issue) Its not his real body, and it works.
Lady Tremaine:
· How completely inconvenient.
· Tremaine has had a husband (Possibly more) so while she doesn’t know why she has one right now, she is quite aware of what a penis looks like and why it looks like the Eifel Tower in the morning.
· And its very inconvenient for her. Who knows how long this will take to fix. It was fine to deal with when it was her husband, but she isn’t attracted to herself, so… Ugh.
· (Time to whip out that erotic novel under her bed!)
· She isn’t particularly shocked though. I don’t think Tremaine gets shocked.
Maleficent:
· Hm, very nice…
· She’s magic! She’s not too horrified when she finds the penis there instead of her vagina, but she is pleasantly surprised at her length. Not too shabby. Not too shabby at all!
· She’ll work on correcting the issue all day until she achieves success, and then learns how to switch between the two biological statuses at will, because she actually decided she enjoys both.
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The two types of ships
This is something that’d been on my mind lately that I’d like to talk about. Don’t worry, it’s not this big, serious thing xD
I would say that when it comes to shipping, there’s different ways to ship something. For me personally, I think I have two different ways I ship what I ship. One of them is me thinking they’d made a good couple, and the other one is that I think they’d make an interesting story.
I can think of several examples.
Mae and Bea from Night in the woods.
Mae and Bae have an interesting story and relationship in the game. They used to be friends, but stopped talking to each other at one point. Then Mae went off to college, came back, they had some serious issues with each other, but then became really great friends - depending on how often you choose to hang out with Bea rather than Gregg.
Despite them disagreeing on a lot of things, they’re there for each other and help each other through their dark times. Their relationship is amazing in my opinion and imagining them together as a couple makes me happy and I could definitely see it happening. They’re good for each other, plain and simple.
And I ship Holli and Lina for the same reason. I could imagine them being really good for each other and for their relationship to be well-balanced.
Mae and Steve from Night in the woods.
Now, some of you may not be aware of Steve’s existence because he only really appears once in the game if you go with Gregg on the first friendship quest. Steve seems to like to tease and is definitely the bad boy, troublemaker type. Mae heavily dislikes him and calls him both scum and a criminal, which is kind of hypocritical given how much crime she herself is willing to do xD
The reason why I ship these two is NOT because I think they’d made for a great couple. The same way I don’t think Frollo and Esmeralda from The hunchback of Notre Dame would make a great couple. But I ship them because it’s fun to see them together. Their dynamic is funny, interesting and perhaps a little dark.
The exchange between Mae and Steve is funny to me and the way he seems to be able to keep up with her is funny to me. Also, when she tells him to: “Go legally brain dead from lack of oxygen due to choking on my entire ass!” is like the only moment when he doesn’t know what to say and that was kinda cute to me x’D
I could explain this with other ships as well, but I feel like the ones mentioned above prove my point the best.
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Operation Out, part 3
I don’t own OUAT
Operation Out
Agents:
R. Mills. Enchanted forest alias: the Evil Queen. Storybrooke alias: Henry's mother, Emma's friend, mayor. Code name: Persephone.
H. Mills. Enchanted forest alias: non. Storybrooke alias : son of the mayor & Emma. Code name: Hercules.
" I also thought it would be handy to write down the aliases, so- " he flips a couple of pages to show her blank pages- apart from the several lines at the beginning. Even with Henry and Emma as a soothing palm , the words 'Snow White', still make that familiar burn her a little.
" I don't think I have everyone though- or all the information" she nearly melts at how enthusiastic he looks, more-or-less bouncing in his seat with enthusiasm. He had been warming up to her, after long and difficult months of struggle, but he had not been with her like this for a long time and she is slightly mortified to realize there are tears in her eyes. They could both be from happiness- or sadness at the remembrance of what she had once had all the time, what had been so effortless.
He looks at her , grins for a moment, mouth already opening to ask a question- then frowns. " M-mom? Are you okay?".
She swallows. You should not keep your feelings from him Regina, it makes him feel like shit! It makes him think he doesn't matter, or that you are lying. It's Emma's voice she hears, something she has actually said and they fought over. Now, it makes her press down on the urge to school her face, to make sure her little prince never sees how she hurts inside so much, how is simultaneously happy and terrified and angry.
" It is noth- " she quickly corrects herself when she notes the tension in him, the subtle way he holds his breath and his eyes start to harden- " It is not something I wish to trouble you with, Henry. Not- " she struggles. It is only the desperate fear of losing him again that makes her able to continue talking. And even then , the words are stilted and she is weak enough that she needs the slight pain of her nails in her own skin to be able to continue. " It is not that I do not trust you – or think you incapable. But you are young -and you deserve to be happy" she smiles self-deprecatingly. " Not burdened by your mother's faults".
He bites on his lips. " I don't think I mind your faults. I am not- " she wonders whether he inherited her disability to be able to speak about emotions freely , or whether it is just that he finds it difficult to bring them under words. " I am not talking about the stuff you did in the enchanted forest, but the small things. You tried to hide you were afraid or in pain or uncertain and that kind of sucks? I just want you to be honest".
" I am. Henry, I will try so very hard to always be truthful to you know".
He grins again. She inhales sharply and widens her eyes a little to stop herself from crying. She is not losing him, she finally admitted everything and – for now , at least- it seems that it will not cause her to lose him. She might be able to truly win, for once. (because what else is winning if not keeping on to this thing she has built with Henry and Emma, sometimes she is terrified to name- lest it is truly what she has been searching for all this time, and she has only found it now she stands to lose everything. )
" I notice" it takes her two seconds to lead her thoughts away from that dark place they sometimes go to, that terrifying what will I lose this time, and remember. It is good that he knows she is trying, that he hopefully knows she would try anything if it meant keeping her son.
" Good. That is- I am glad".
"Yeah, me too" he looks at her, hesitates and asks " are you okay, mom?".
" I am fine" when he mirrors her you-are-not-fooling-me-your-homework-is-unfinished look, she adds "I am not fibbing, my dear"
He looks at her for several seconds, then slowly nods. " Kay" after a short hesitation, he points at the page, then looks back up at her with a small grin. "Do you have all the information?".
" What kind of information, Henry?".
He shrugs. " About the townspeople. Their enchanted forest counterparts, what your curse took from them, what would give them a happy ending now… we need as much information as possible if we want to help them".
" I am afraid I do not follow, Henry. How is this going to destroy the curse?".
He bites his lip again. " Well. I started thinking. At first, all of this- " she is stuck, hallway between exasperation and fondness, when he makes a vague gesture " was just really simple- it was easy to see who was wrong and what had to happen, you know? It was kind of like in the comics".
He is silent for a beat, then swallows. She is already half-standing, ready to engulf him in a hug (if he will let her) before she can even be sure it is tears in his eyes. His next words surprise her ( and something else. Guilt, perhaps?) " I didn't really think – I am still not sure I believe you. Not about Snow and Charming anyways. But maybe- heroes can make bad choices so I guess I started thinking about what they would d-do".
She unfreezes, speed walks to him and opens her arms at the moment he jumps up, enabling him to hug her tightly. She can hear him – not crying, exactly. Perhaps he is trying not to cry. Please do not believe you need to hide your pain from me, mi Corazon. Not ever. She could try herself, but it would be pointless.
" I am so mad at you. I am so mad. But I don't want to lose you".
She squeezes him. " Jamás, mi cielo".
He squeezes back. She can feel him calm slightly and she has to fight herself not to pull him back when he slowly starts to pull away. Wiping away his tears is so instinctual she cannot fight it , though. Fortunately, he doesn't comment on it. Hardly squirms.
"You can't be evil anymore".
She opens her mouth, ready to protest, to say she never really was, she isn't the only one who made mistake, precious Snow White is as rotten as she seems innocent and pure- " They will take you from me. And I can't – I can't- " he pales and trembles and a part of her rears up like a spitting cobra and screams ungrateful! Ten years, I loved you. The other part rears back like a beaten dog, wants to reach for him.
She compromises. Her hand is on his shoulder and the words could be harsh- could be, but they aren't. " Would you truly abandon me?"
" If the curse breaks and you're still- " he points at the book. " that. Then I can't – mom, I know you can do better. I have seen it".
She just nods, presses her hand to her stomach as he moves away and sits down again. The atmosphere is still tense, her throat is closed and Henry looks close to tears (angry? sad?) himself. But it is nothing compared to the hatred (I don't think he hated you. That kid loves you, Regina, and far too much to ever hate you. Even if you were the evil queen) of before.
Henry slowly moves the notebook to her. " Take a look at it".
She is just as careful, nearly mechanic, terrified that their peace is like glass, will break as soon as she dares to breathe too loudly. " You still have not told me what the information is for, Henry".
She nearly shudders with relief as Henry relaxes and seems almost normal as he takes a large bite of what is left of his sandwich and chews before swallowing. The only thing that isn't ordinary, is how he looks awkward and slightly nervous as he looks again. "One page before this one".
He starts to explain as she reads.
" I got the idea when Emma got hurt during the fight with Frollo - you were screaming at her and I thought it was anger at first, but then you were healing her and let her stay the night. And I know I was supposed to go to bed, but I lingered and I heard you comfort m- Emma when she was upset about something"
He takes this moment to glance at her, obviously expecting a reprimand. And he probably should get one, because she had a reason for wanting him upstairs, far away from very complicated matters. Henry might have thought Frollo had merely been inebriated and resisted arrest (which is what Regina had told him) but that had not been everything at all. Even Regina hadn't gotten everything out of Emma- who grimaced as she rubbed at her bloody knuckles and seemed frail and livid at the same time- but it had been enough to nauseatingly take her back to a too-big bed and an old man that pretended he had just forced her into marriage for his darling daughter's sake.
There had been a reason the curse had made Frollo one of the town's garbage collectors, the proud man forced to clean rubble to rest of his cursed life, without knowing why he had chosen a job he hated like this and thought beneath him- but apparently it had not been enough to beat him. He had somehow managed to scramble enough money (perhaps steal it) to buy drinks for himself. Emma had not just found him 'shitfaced' but also trying to feel up a young woman ( 'she was like fucking eighteen, Regina, and that slimy, ancient fucking - ) that obviously didn't know how to make him stop. They both had not wanted to tell Henry the sickening details of what had truly happened, so had decided to give him the gist of what had happened.
The night had ended with both of them unsettled, and a stark awareness of the understanding and similarities between them.
What did you hear? Please, not anything that will-
"I was already getting ready to storm downstairs when you sat down next to Emma and you somehow- you made her smile for the first time in hours. And I thought , 'that's it' . "he finally breathes again- good, she was already starting to worry he would choke- and smiles with red cheeks and glinting eyes.
She glances at the notebook:
Operation out,
Stage: I.
Name: Redemption.
"We are going to redeem you"
"Redeem. Me?"
" Yeah. Read the notebook!"
Specifics: Redeeming mom - returning to heroics.
Strategies: bring back the townspeople's happy endings. Charity? Search for people that could be mom's friends (no villains!) in town.
Necessities: more information. Mom?
She turns to the next page. Breaths her nose, once, before she forces herself to read it. Snow white. Enchanted forest : princess Snow White Storybrooke : Mary Margaret (Teacher. Emma's friend) Curse: separated from true love. Happy ending: family. Strategy: ask mom where prince Charming is. She flips the page, has only a quick moment of relief before she is fighting the urge to roll her eyes again. Prince Charming. Enchanted forest: Shepherd David. Prince James/Charming Storybrooke : ? Happy ending: family.
She turns several more pages. Some hold actual names – Red riding hood, Jiminy cricket, Gepetto-, others are descriptions- the scary woman from the convent, the super nice man at the stables, the woman that mom buys roses for – and others could be anyone( shop lady, gardener). There are definitely of them however. So many, in fact, that she wonders whether she half-teasingly, half-exasperatedly asks " Do we require another curse, so we receive the 28 years it will take to help all these people?".
" Mom! You promised".
" I know. It is just- " she glances at the pages again, then sighs " a very long list".
" That's because you weren't lazy enough to cast a curse over less than an entire country".
" It had nothing to do with laziness- even though that certainly should not be excused and- ".
" Mom. There are more important things, like happy endings and the curse breaking"
"right. So who should we help?".
Henry fidgets a little. " You know, there is a reason their names were first".
" Henry, I can't- ".
He swallows. "They're my- they're I want to meet them".
She has gotten used to 'sharing' him with Emma, but from the way she clenches her fist like there is a heart in it, the clank! Of her teeth as she snaps her jaw and the throbbing at her head, she knows she is not ready to share Henry with the two idiots. The very thought makes thoughts creep into her head, images of the shepherd's body, of how easy it would be to stop those machines attached to him, of how she could tell a white lie about an insane teacher snapping, of how wonderful it would be to have Snow-
" M-mom" it is Henry's voice, quiet and desperate like she can't ever remember hearing it that makes it stop. She blinks slowly, tries a smile, wonders why that feels so unfamiliar and odd. He swallows. " You were being really weird".
" … Weird?" she says it like she is only barely awake.
For a heart-stopping moment, she thinks he will run. He glances at the door almost desperately, his hands are clutched around the seat of his chair, he is leaning forward, entire body tense. Then he narrows his eyes slightly, and she almost wishes he would run. It would almost be easier to bear than the disgust and loathing she expects to follow.
" You had this crazy expression. Like- " his eyes widen. " The curse is unravelling. Does that mean- are you, are you turning back into the Evil Queen?".
"Henry, no! " she takes a deep breath to sound more normal, not like that. " I am your mother. That is all I require to be".
" I don't believe you. I know you still hate them".
" But I love you"
" Proof it. Proof you I can trust you".
She grits her teeth, flexes her fingers like that will make the flames appear. " You wish me to help her".
" I knew it, I knew you wouldn't do it, I knew you didn't love - " it is the pain in her baby's eyes that makes her able to stop flexing her fingers, trying to summon fire, and instead walk over to him and bend over. It is like a knife in her stomach all over again when he pushes at her hands, glares at her.
" Henry. I do love you. No matter what your insipid teacher tells you, no matter what anyone tells you- I love you. I love you more than anything".
"But you won't help them ?"
She breathes in, out. Then nods, once. It is more of a jerk really. A spasm. But it is enough for Henry, whose face immediately brightens as he gives her a tentative smile. "Really? You will help them?".
One of her mother's favourite punishments was to wrap belts so tightly around her legs that she could feel the blood stop flowing. She feels like something similar has happened to her face right now. " Yes"
" You swear".
" Yes, I promise – there is just one issue Henry"
"You can't immediately take it back! You swore i-".
" If I reunite the two morons , their - " it is like swallowing cold medicine, honestly . "true love might break the curse. At which point everyone in this town will remember just how much they despise me".
Henry looks conflicted for a moment, before nodding. " We need to redeem you first. If everyone knows you've changed, that you have helped them- they should forgive you, right? I mean, that's what heroes would do…" he trails off, and she smiles at how much he resembles his younger self. Henry, aged four, was exactly like this on his first day of school: scared and uncertain- yet determined to show he was 'brave' and 'like an adult'.
She smiles at him like she did then, and knows he remembers as well when she says the exact same thing she did then " It is fine to be uncertain , and scared sometimes Henry".
" Yeah. I know" he swallows. " So .. we can't reunite Snow White with her prince? ".
She nearly grates her teeth, before she catches herself and instead only sneers. " Oh , we could. It just would uncertain their victory and my undoing ".
" I don't want you to be hurt. But- we can't leave gr- Snow like this, can we?".
more grating than nails on a blackboard, or the alarm clock going off, but only grimaces before answering. "I suppose I might know of a way to improve the state of Snow's mental health" she admits. The anger at helping Snow diminishes at the nearly giddy smile her son throws her.
"Really?"
" Yes. My vault still holds potion ingredients, as well as grimoires. I am unable to access my magic – but most potions will still function".
" So you have one that could help gr- Snow?".
"Well, the easiest solution would be to hand her a forgetting-".
" NO!" she can almost hear Henry thinking of a 'nice' way to tell her he doesn't trust her. It still stings- even if she acknowledges her slight smirk at the idea probably is partly the cause of his vehement declaration.
" We can't do that to her. Do you know anything else?".
She sighs. Pity. "I have an idea. It will not be a permanent solution- but it might give us enough time to prepare".
" How much time?".
"I have no idea. I never prepared for the curse breaking".
" Well, you must have prepared something. Some sort of plan, or failsafe " Henry throws her the look of a ten-year-old boy who knows his mother very well, knows she has several agenda's, was already researching college when he was just nine years old and is generally what a certain blonde woman would call a " control freak".
I cannot be untruthful. If he suspects another lie, I might lose his affection permanently. But if I admit what was my 'failsafe'- he could never accept that. " Henry, I am not certain whether- ".
He narrows his eyes. " Mom. What was the failsafe?".
" You have to understand, it was-".
" Oh. My. God. It was to murder the saviour, was it not?".
" No- " he slumps in his chair for a moment, before her words make him straighten and glare. " That would have been foolish, considering that may have destroyed the curse as well".
" Mom! ".
" I am merely being truthful! And for the react- I did not have a concrete plan. I figured I would capture the saviour, hold her prisoner and eventually discover how to solve that particular conundrum".
" Conun-what?".
"Conundrum. It means 'puzzle, or challenge'.
" I can't believe you wanted to keep E- " he freezes. " So uh – what- what made you change your mind!" she knows it is just a question meant to divert her attention, but she answers regardless.
" You" she smiles automatically, as she thinks of how tiny and strong and perfect he had been. " I got you and- I decided the curse breaking was a prize willing to pay if it meant I had the chance to be your mother".
They're both quiet for a while, smiling at each other. Henry's smile is small, and far more hesitant, but she attempts to only focus on the fact that he is even smiling at all. She has had to miss those smiles for ages, and then had to be content with smiles he tried to morph into glares as soon as he realized he was smiling at her. It has only been recently that smiles have once again become something Henry gives to her regularly.
" I am glad. That you choose me"
She looks up from where she had been staring at Daniel's ring. Stares at him for a moment, something tight and painful in her chest and crawling up her throat. It is odd- how people can hurt this much, and yet be so incredibly happy at the same time. " I am- " her voice actually cracks, so she clears it. " I am very happy too, Henry".
" Even if – even if I turned out to not be what you hoped?".
"Henry. Mi Corazon, you are everything I could have possibly hoped for- you are certainly more than I would ever have dared to hope for" she teasingly adds " Although I certainly did not wish for a son who believes cleaning your room means hiding dirty clothing and everything else you ought to clean, beneath your bed " .
"I was in a hurry. And I had other, more important things to do"
She shakes her head. " Henry, I know-".
"And my room is clean now anyways. More or less. Can we continue with the curse business?"
"I somewhat doubt that. And yes, that is fine".
He tugs the notebook towards him again, grabs the pen on her desk and starts writing. When he is done, he turns the notebook so she can read: Operation 'Out'. Stage 1, Redemption. Phase: Nostos.
" Nostos as in lake Nostos?".
" Uh-huh. Because that's healing water. And now we are going to heal her too!" he grins. "Besides, I think it sounds pretty cool. Don't you think?".
"It does sound quite 'cool', Henry" she sounds so uncomfortable and uncertain for a moment that Henry snorts. He tries to apologize again, but then ends up laughing uncontrollably. Which, in turn, makes her laugh again.
Soon , they are nearly choking on laughter without fully knowing why. It feels like old times.
Henry truly must have superpowers.
It is the only explanation. That, or she has finally lost her sanity and/or her common sense. Whatever the cause, it is still completely preposterous, inconceivable and infuriating. She is having lunch. That is not inconceivable- some foolish townspeople might make jokes about how she is a cyborg and only half-joke, but she does actually require food to survive. Like anyone.
No, what is inconceivable is that she is having lunch with Mary Margaret. Or Snow White, for this woman is not the meek teacher that would stammer and then somehow manage to talk back to her for approximately ten seconds, before flushing slightly and apologizing.
This is not that woman. There is nothing slightly naïve , empathic and lonely about this woman. Snow stares at her, eyes slightly narrowed. Usually, the way her fingers tremble where they are clutched around the hot chocolate, would satisfy Regina but there is something undefinable in her stomach. She feels unsettled, and it is worse than just sitting across her enemy.
"Miss Mills? " Snow prods, her eyes still slightly narrowed. Regina is distracted by the bags she has failed to hide with make-up, the way her face is sunken in, the burst veins in her eyes… it should make her happy, or satisfied. It should at the very least make her feel there's justice in the world. She does something very different.
"I will be right back". She tells herself to just return to where she can feel Snow staring at her, to get this over with, but for some reason she doesn't. She leans over the counter slightly, sighing and rolling her eyes and feeling oddly like it is all a show. Ruby stares at her when she orders, and stares even more when she remains there to wait for the food.
She places the two extra plates of fries and hamburger in front of the menace. "Eat. You look like you will faint any moment, or get carried away by the wind".
" I – no thank you. I am fine"
"You obviously are not".
Regina stiffens, the feeling in her stomach now replaced with frost. She can feel her heartbeat speed up- that eye-roll and the expression? That's not Mary- Margaret, that's Snow.
" The entire town knows that" Regina relaxes slightly; that sounds more like Mary Margaret than Snow.
" True. Which is partly why I asked for this meeting".
" I am concerned about my son's education, miss Blanchard".
It cannot be good for her heart, having it race, slow down, race.. Mary-Margaret would never lower her hot chocolate like that , tilt her head and give her a look that suggests the woman has a backbone. " I would never allow my students to suffer, because I- I- " it is like a flashlight with half a battery, honestly. The slight stammer and the way she holds herself, shoulders drawn together, is all Mary Margaret again.
" And how do you presume to do that? Your .. condition seems to only have worsened".
As Mary-Margaret stammers out a reply to that, Regina opens the flask she had kept hidden. As soon as the woman in front of her is distracted, she empties the bottle in a mug of hot chocolate. She is quick. No one notices. Snow White brings the cup to her lips- and drinks what she just thinks is just hot chocolate.
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The Hunchback of Notre-Dame
by Victor Hugo
Pages Read: 239-269
Words: 303
Summary
After brushing off Quasimodo on the streets, Frollo grows angry then he starts to think the Quasimodo and La Esmeralda will become lovers. And fears that he will now forever lose La Esmeralda. Frollo steals a room key and goes up to see her one night. He begs for her to forgive him and to take him back. She angry says no, he also grows angry and gets on top of her. She finds a whistle that Quasimodo gave her and blows it so he can save her. He yet again come to her rescue and chokes Frollo. At the time Quasimodo couldn't see who it was but once he found out he let Frollo go. He then storms out saying the if he couldn't have her no one could. Frollo got Gringoire to agree to “save” her from Quasimodo.
Critical Analysis
The Author uses Tone in his writing. If I were directing the actor who is playing Archdeacon here, I would instruct him to say “The priest smiled faintly, but with that scornful smile which only curls one corner of the mouth. “And that amuses you?” (Page 249 ) in a sneering tone. That way the audience will know that Archdeacon was mocking Gringoire in a secretive manner.
Personal Responses
My responses in my previous blog post stand are the same. I hate who they make La Esmeralda weak every chance they get. I am finally happy that she release that Frollo is not a person she would want to be with. Quasimodo is a great character that just has a big heart and should be treated better. I believe he could do so much better than La Esmeralda, I know his look are the reason why he hasn’t but it's a shame. He is a good person and deserves more than what he has.
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CHARACTER SHEET:: Claude Frollo
TW: Abuse, Mental Illness
Feels like we’re on the edge right now
I wish that I could say I’m proud
I’m sorry that I let you down
Oh, I let you down
All these voices in my head get loud
And I wish that I could shut them down
ORIGINS & FAMILIAL RELATIONS:
Name: Claude Frollo
Nickname: None
Reason for Name: Claude was named after his grandfather, a man he would never get to meet. He was often told stories of how he was kind and loving and how, as he grew, Claude would grow to look like him too.
Birthday: 11 April 1981 (Pisces)
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Vercors, France
Places lived since: Swynlake, England
Number of siblings: None
Relationship with family (close? estranged?)
Marc Olivier Frollo (father): Claude remebers very little of his father, his death happened so long ago. What he does remember he holds onto dearly, for it is the love he rememered his father having for him that he keeps selfishly for himself. He has fragmentary memories of helping his father on their quaint little farm, the French countryside rolling around him. He remebers gentle hands and a humble smile, dirt-caked fingernails and a deep, soothing voice...though he knows very little of him, Claude mises what he remebers. The sanctuary he was promised by his parents was an empty one and that is the one bitterness he holds against his father. For not knowing. For dying. [FC: Jean Dujardin]
Amélie Frollo ( neé Duchesneau) (mother): What Claude remenbers of his mother is a sweet voice and soft hands, a warm home and a full table. Though they were not the most well-off Amélie always made sure her son had food in his belly. The memories he has of her are perhaps the fuzziest of all but what he does know he holds close to his heart. [FC: Anna Silk]
Laurent (ward of): Claude’s meories of Laurent are the ones that overrid everything else. The man was a walking demon in Claude’s life, a gaping hole so wide that left him paralized with fear, regret, and so much anger he could choke on it. It was because of this man that Claude’s life had been so altered and it largely because of him that the priest found himself in Swynlake in the first place.
Happiest memory: Playing with the family dog in the hills just outside the family farm.
Childhood trauma: Laurent’s physical, mental, and sexual abuse.
PHYSICAL:
Height: 5′10″ (177.8 centimeters)
Weight: 159 lbs (72 kg)
Build: Tall and wiry but well-muscled
Nationality: French
Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birthmarks): Claude has clear skin with few blemishes. He has freckles that lightly span across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones and across his shoulders but they are hard to see unless you’re looking for them.
Distinguishing facial features: Claude has his mother’s eyes, or so he has been told. They are a striking blue and stand out rather starkly against his fair complexion.
Hair color: Dark brown
Usual hairstyle: Cut short usually though if it is a bit longer he finger-combs it back
Eye color: Blue
Glasses? Contacts?: Neither
Style of dress/typical outfit(s): When he isn’t wearing his priest’s garb, Claude can be found rather casual in jeans, t-shirts, and sweaters. He prefers comfort over extravagance unless it is absolutely required of him.
Typical style of shoes: Nice dress shoes when preaching but otherwise he can be found barefoot (at home) or in tennis shoes/boots, depending on the weather.
Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?): Claude was a rather sickly child. Perhaps this was due to a natural disposition (as many believed) but the boy knew it was primarily because of the magic that weakened his immune system. Under Laurent’s “care” it was primarily due to the neglect and abuse that he was subjected to. However, as an adult, Claude rarely gets sick, as long as he sleeps and eats enough.
Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck his/her eyebrows?): Claude has to keep up an appearance of cool, calm and collected so he is incredibly meticulous about his grooming habits. Part of this is his constant need to please, which stems primarily from the abuse he sustained at the hands of Laurent. Being belittled, struck, or starved when he was not in complete compliance with the deacon left an impression. In all of this, to say Claude doesn’t mind being dirty is an understatement. Occasionally, he can be found elbow deep in dirt out back and not care. Occasionally, he lets himself sleep in and not worry about the fact that he has to have perfectly quaffed hair and a collar buttoned up all the way to his chin.
Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: HAHAHAA yes ok so he has them. Two very large ones in fact. A chest tattoo, that extends over his right shoulder to about his elbow, of an angel. She looks down and her wings are folded behind her. Though many assume it to be just a religious symbol it is also more than that, personal. The angel is meant to represent his mother. It was done in an act of defiance while he was in law school. His second, though smaller, resembles a mix of this picture: the cross on his left forearm, twisted around with thorns and an olive branch running up the “stem” of the cross. That one is more just because he liked it. And he used to have a piercing but he took that out after passing the bar, though he’s considered putting it back.
Accent?: Super French. I kinda imagine this but softer? Idk he’s adorable love him
Unique mannerisms/physical habits: When he’s nervous or unsure, Claude tends to rub the back of his head or neck or, occasionally, his throat. It is not so much a comfort thing as it is a habit. When he’s thinking he chews on his bottom lip or whistles between his front teeth.
Athletic: Uh he exercises if that’s what you’re asking? Occasionally he will play games with the children after church.
INTELLECT:
Level of education: A bachelor’s degree in pre-law (or whatever the equivalent of this is in France). He also passed the (French equivalent) of the bar exam and is technically a lawyer alongside his seminary schooling that was done.
Level of self-esteem: Claude is much more confident than he was in France. Though he won’t say it, I equate it to the absence of Laurent in his life. However, he is still pretty soft-spoken and can doubt his motives, opinions, or ideas when he is feeling down.
Gifts/talents: Claude is a gifted orator and people flock to him to listen to what he has to say, despite the fact that he often does not go looking for this. He is also rather adept at playing the organ (cathedral organs ftw) and that translates over to knowing how to play the piano relatively well, too, though that took more practice bc it is different.
Shortcomings: Claude is incredibly hard on himself. Again, this stems from Laurent the demon deacon.
Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): Claude’s words are pretty easy to understand because he has to speak clearly and concisely for both of his professions. His accent is light but not too bad.
“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?:
Artistic?: Kinda? He can make figurines.
Mathematical?: Yes, definitely. He did most of the church’s finances.
Languages?: French, English (maybe something else later idk)
Neuroses: He can be occasionally paranoid.
Life philosophy: tbd
Religious stance: A naughty Catholic schoolgirl basically
Cautious or daring?: Cautious at work, daring everywhere else.
Optimist or pessimist?: Generally pretty optimistic but he becomes an occasionally sad drunk so that’s when is pessimism rears its ugly head.
Extrovert or introvert?: Extroverted definitely, though he likes being alone.
Level of comfort with technology: Decently comfortable. He isn’t completely useless at it but not the best either.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Current marital/relationship status: Lowkey a man whore. He enjoys the finer aspects of people.
Sexual orientation: Does sexual count? I honestly don’t know. Maybe pansexual?
Past relationships: NOPE not touching that one
A social person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): Claude is a rather simple person tbh but he tends to acquire people and not really understand how he gets them?
Most comfortable around (person): He is most comfortable around those he sees on a day-to-day basis (like his congregation) though perhaps two of the people he was/is most comfortable around are Jim Grant, Annette’s father, who has recently passed, and Roscoe Sykes. FOR WHATEVER REASON he is incredibly fond of the man and it is lowkey adorable hilarious. I can’t wait to see what Lauren and I can do with that.
SECRETS:
Life goals: Claude wants to be a good man, he does. But he also has his secrets and he has to get by them. He is a sinful man and, for a priest, that is not a good thing. I also want him to be comfortable using his degree as a lawyer to bail out Roscoe from jail probs his advantage/as another career option.
Dreams: Claude has always wished to own property out in the countryside. He enjoys the quiet and the solitude. He had always dreamed of buying his family property back from the church but that has yet to happen and may never because he doesn’t dare show his face in France again, not after Laurent.
Greatest fears: Someone digging Laurent out of his past. Or, better yet, Laurent not being dead.
Most ashamed of: Not being strong enough to stop the things Laurent did.
Compulsions: Claude occasionally has urges to harm people, irrationally, or to try on feminine articles of clothing. This is attributed to his personalities ghosting over into his dominant persona.
Obsessions: Claude himself is not obsessed with anything but Arnaud is obsessed with the Romani dancer from France and anyone who looks like them.
Secret hobbies: Claude enjoys hiking and rock climbing and if he could do them often he would.
Secret skills: He can tie the stem of a cherry with his tongue haha ok ok seriously ummmm I think he can whittle. Or he used to draw. He didn’t have much free time outside of the church as a kid so he learned to do things.
Crimes committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): Technically Claude murdered Laurent but he doesn’t remember doing it, just finding him, but he can put two and two together. He suspects that much of the old congregation may have caught on so he could technically be a wanted man rn.
What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life: He has waffled back and forth about whether or not to use his law degree or not.
What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance: He actually would not? He likes how he looks. Maybe put his earring back in?
DETAILS & QUIRKS:
Night owl or early bird?: Early bird completely. The man likes his sleep and he uses most nights to do that.
Light or heavy sleeper?: Heavier sleeper than he was with Laurent but he still wakes up if he hears a noise downstairs.
Favorite food: Sablé Breton
Least favorite food: Escargot (he’s French but snails are meant to live on the ground not to be eaten thank you very much)
Favorite book: tbd (he needs a favorite book)
Least favorite book: Anything by Jules Verne. He just can’t get into the whole “there’s a world at the center of the earth” premise. Or that a man traveled around in a submarine for his entire life like? No thank you.
Favorite movie: Casablanca probably
Least favorite movie: tbd
Favorite song: na
Least favorite song: na
Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Smooth peanut butter
Lefty or righty?: Lefty
Favorite color: Yellow or white
Cusser?: YEP
Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: He still smokes and drinks and he used to do drugs back in college but they were not the hard kind. Mainly ecstasy or acid etc. He could be persuaded to take something of that nature again though, depending on who’s offering it. I know he is the worst priest.
Biggest regret: Not returning to his countryside home when he had the chance.
Pets?: One cat currently, called Saint. He’s all black, roams around the church grounds as a mouser.
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"Don't you see that I'm hurting?" For Ivy and Claudine, pretty please
Look at me writing another story that I have no context for <3
Your guess to what happened before this is as good as mine <3
Also, @tiredflowercrown, tagging you here ’cos you asked about some Ivy/Claudine and this... counts?
Claudine leans her back against the wall, just barely resisting the urge to slide down on the pavement. Or what passes as it, in here on the Isle.
It would feel like too much of a failure, and besides, the ground is dirty. Ash and blood and other substances that Claudine doesn't wish to be thinking about.
Claudine is good at not thinking, usually.
But now, she tugs at her hair, which, in her humble opinion, doesn't hurt nearly enough. Her hand moves to her waist, where she keeps her knife, but her fingers dance on the dirty cloth only. Right boot next, but that hiding place is empty too.
Claudine exhales slowly and forces her eyes shut for a moment, hoping to keep the tears inside. Hot stream trickles down her cheek anyway, and Claudine curses, pressing her nails into her collarbone instead.
Fucking Uma and her fucking safety measures, taking her knives away.
And Gil, refusing to steal them back for her, even when she begged.
With a choked breath, another tear escapes. Fucking tears.
Claudine claws at her throat for a heartbeat, before she realises what she's doing and forces her hands still.
She curses again.
„Language,“ drawls a far-too familiar voice nearby, and Claudine doesn't bother opening her eyes.
„Wouldn't imagine you even know such words, little miss Frollo.“
„Go fuck yourself,“ Claudine answers and still doesn’t open her eyes as the figure of Ivy de Vil leans on the wall next to her, only a tiny bit too close. And Claudine doesn’t lean away.
A sliver of light dances in front of her closed eyelids, a flame.
Followed by smoke and equally languid and hazy words. „Why, would you like to watch, sweetheart?“
Claudine gasps and opens her eyes in shock; she takes only a heartbeat too long to answer, and Ivy barks out a laugh.
Blood creeps into Claudine’s cheeks.
„Go to Hell,“ she mutters finally.
It has exactly zero effect.
Ivy only tips back her head, exposing the curve of her throat for Claudine to see, and drags a long breath of her cigarette.
„Not interested, darling. Besides, hell sounds fun. All the devils are here. Now, if you’re sending me to Hell Hall… That might be a real threat.“
Once again, Claudine doesn’t know how to answer, so she doesn’t.
„Cat got your tongue?“ prods Ivy once more, and Claudine just turns her head away. She does not wish to see Ivy.
Actually, she does wish to see Ivy, but she does not wish to think about that.
Silence and smoke hangs in the air.
Claudine clenches her hand into a fist just to do something.
„Why are you here?“ she asks finally.
„I can do what I want,“ dismisses the de Vil heiress with a flick of her wrist, sending a sprinkle of ash falling down from her cigarette. Then, she turns the question back at Claudine; „What are you doing here?“
Claudine bites her tongue and with it, another „go fuck yourself“.
„Just leave me alone,“ she says instead.
„Not happening,“ Ivy turns her nose up and sends another cloudburst of ash into the already polluted air.
„As I said, I can do what I wanna.“
Claudine takes a deep breath and drives her nails deeper into her skin.
„Just… Go away. Can’t you see I’m hurting?“
(She says this quietly and hopes Ivy doesn’t hear at all; she hopes she doesn’t go away, even if she hears. She hates this, too.)
„Why would you think I’d care, sweetheart?“ Ivy asks, not really expecting an answer, and Claudine doesn’t know, really.
Then Ivy’s knuckles knock on the wood and she turns around to face Claudine, letting her head lull against the wall.
„Light?“ she offers carelessly.
Claudine should refuse.
„I’ve got nothing to smoke,“ she says instead.
„Not a problem,“ Ivy mutters this, barely to be understood, as she clutches her own cigarette in between her lips and fishes another from her bra in a rather obscene gesture that Claudine definitely isn’t following with her eyes religiously.
She takes the cigarette that Ivy holds out for her.
She presses her lips together and holds it in its place awkwardly, hoping it won’t fall, and Ivy smirks at that. Claudine’s cheeks burn again.
„C’mere, sweetheart,“ Ivy mutters, so uncharacteristically soft, as she touches Claudine’s face – turns it to herself – brings it closer with just a touch of her fingertips.
Claudine lets her.
Her fingertips brush her lips almost at the same time the flames do, and neither hurts more than the other.
„There you go,“ Ivy exhales finally and withdraws further away again, quickly tapping away the dust of her own cigarette, and playing with the lighter.
Flame, then let it die. Flame, then smother it.
Flame, then run your thumb through it just because you can.
Claudine is envious of that.
She remembers the fire on her lips and breaths in the smoke; she chokes on it, coughing and almost doubling over.
Ivy smirks.
„Not a fan?“ she asks with that god-damned smile on her lips.
„Fuck you,“ Claudine manages to choke out as she gets her lungs under control and fucking breathes in the smoke again, because what else should she do?
She realises her mistake very soon:
„Why, if you insist…“ drawl Ivy de Vil.
And Claudine would like the ground to swallow her, thank you for asking.
She ostensibly turns away, curling her fingers into under her throat again, hoping it hurts.
When Ivy drags her hand away, well, to say she is surprised is an understatement. Her breath catches in lungs and the situation definitely doesn’t get any better when Ivy leaves her hand in place, on her wrist.
„Stop that,“ orders the de Vil heiress almost moodily, and Claudine almost flinches away at that, almost remembering she wanted to be left alone and sulk.
„Come with me.“
„Where?“ she asks, „Why should I?“
„Want to show you what I do when I get… blue.“ Ivy says that word as if the colour blue had personally mortally offended her, forcing an involuntary laugh out of Claudine.
„So, come? You’ll like it, I promise.“ Ivy absentmindedly runs her finger above her lighter again, drawing Claudine’s eyes to the flames and her mind far away from other problems.
„Yeah,“ she breaths out with a knowing smirk when Claudine manages to raise her eyes to her lips – her face.
„Yeah.“
And so Claudine goes.
And if some buildings lay in ash and soot the next morning, well, that’s nobody’s business, is it now?
And through all the smoke, Claudine finds she can breathe a tiny bit easier.
#disney descendants#claudine frollo#ivy de vil#they’re dating your honour#but they don’t know it yet#smoking#self harm#none of the Isle kids has any healthy coping mechanisms at all#unhealthy coping mechanisms
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